JUNE

Dinner was strained between us. After the argument/conversation, I had with my uncle, he left for work or wherever it was he went (not that I cared one bit about that).

I was too damned drained to bother about him, and coupled with chatting with Mark almost for an hour, I forgot about Kristen.

But now, watching him as he tried to eat with his focus solely on the food in front of him, I felt this damned urge to lean over the table, tightly wrap my hand around the collar of his shirt and tug hard until he comes to his damned senses.

“What's wrong? Don't you like...