~Joan~

“Are you avoiding me, kitten?” Aaron asked, leaning casually against the kitchen island while I focused on arranging the flowers in a vase.

I didn’t bother to respond. He doesn’t get to stroll in here, acting like everything is fine, like he hasn’t done anything wrong. Because he had, and he knew it.

I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and took a long sip, more to buy time than to quench my thirst.

“That’s a question that requires an answer,” he ...