"The James family invited you over for dinner. Do you want to go?"
I glanced at my phone.
Kevin had finally replied yesterday.
Two messages.
One was recalled.
The newest one contained a single word:
[Okay.]
I said yes anyway.
Some things just needed to be said face to face.
A crowd had gathered outside the James family's front door.
When they saw me approach, their expressions shifted—strange, loaded looks. Some pitying. Others hungry for drama.
My stomach dropped. The moment I stepped inside, I saw Kevin kneeling in the middle of the living room.
Standing awkwardly beside him was Camille.
Do the math, I thought bitterly. The second he saw my message, he must have rushed to bring her home.
Inside, Mrs. James's face was flushed crimson with rage. Her palm slammed against the table so hard the dishes rattled.
"You ungrateful wretch! How could you do this to Millicent?!"
Kevin looked disheveled, but his jaw was set with stubborn resolve.
"I'll explain everything to her. I don't love her anymore. Camille is my girlfriend now."
My heart clenched like a fist had closed around it.
Hearing him say it out loud—it still shattered me.
Mrs. James let out a laugh of pure disbelief.