Page 123 of Redeeming Heart

He had to know what all of this is doing to me. Moving on without her felt wrong.

“I’m okay, just overwhelmed with everything going on.”

Brandon was somewhere in Manchester.

My friends were more than 3000 miles away and we barely spoke since they were too busy living their lives.

God, I sounded pathetic.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

My dad has been concerned about me ever since I got back from Pennsylvania and acting weird. He didn’t know what happened between Brandon and me, and I wasn’t ready to share it with him because I wasn’t even sure what was going on.

I shook my head and I excused myself.

I finished my Beignets before taking a shower and went downstairs to wash the dishes when I found them already washed and packed away.

Meredith shooed me out of the kitchen when I offered to help her and told me to take a seat while she was finishing up prepping dinner.

I decided to join my father and Jonah in the lounge room where Jonah was watching replays of the ice hockey championship.

He has been obsessed with making sure to watch every single match of the Gladiators and cheering loudly as if they can hear him when they scored a goal.

I grabbed the remote wanting to watch something different because it only made me miserable.

“Hey!” Jonah protested. He rolled over and jumped up from the coach in one motion.

“It’s way past your tv time,” I informed him and hid the remote

“Come on, Sasha. This is not fair!” He whined and looked at his mother for any form of help.

“Nobody is interested in Lucifer.” He grumbled when my father did nothing. He was too busy pretending to be reading through this morning’s newspaper.

“That’s because you don’t have good taste.” I pointed out.

“You only love him because of his abs.” He grumbled.

“Ha-no.” He had nothing on Brandon—wait. Did I just I?

Love? Who said anything about love?

My thoughts dissolved when Jonah went for the remote and changed the channel.

“Give that back!” I growled, reaching for him, but he slipped through my hands like silk.

“Nope!”

“Jonah!” I am so going to kill that little prick.

I ran after him when he went around the coffee table and got a chuckle from my dad when I called that it was a cheap move.

Meredith tried to reason with us, but we were too engrossed in possessing the remote.

“Where are those fabulous reflexes now?” He challenged and aimed to dart out of the room which gave me the perfect opportunity to tackle him to the ground when he underestimated my reflexes.

“This is abuse.” He complained.

“Pfft, please.That’s called a perfect tackle.” I stood up when the doorbell chimed. I went to open the door when Jonah thought it was the best time to catch me by surprise as he ripped the remote from my hand and ran off snickering.

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