Two weeks had passed, but I still couldn’t get what I heard out of my head. Since that day, I hadn’t spoken to Edward. Whenever he was home, I would go straight to my room or pretend to be busy on my phone. I didn’t want to see him, I didn’t want to hear him—I just didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Laura, can you pass the salt?” Edward asked while we were having dinner.

I ignored him. Deal with it yourself.

“Laura?” His voice was louder this time, but I still didn’t look at him. Instead, I grabbed the salt shaker myself, sprinkled some onto my plate, and...