"We will just talk and don’t expect anything else okay?” Heather said in a cold voice.

The smile on Blake’s face disappeared and he just said okay. At least I can see her. He consoled himself.

***

Heather was sitting on the back of the car. Nick was driving and Stacey was on the shotgun seat.

"Stacey, I just texted Blake. He is coming to see me because I want to talk to him. Don’t worry I am not going back to him. We will just talk.” She reassured her.

Her sister turned her head to look at her. She had a frown on her lovely face. "Are you sure?"...