I FELT my chest tightened. 

"I didn't know, Gideon," I said sarcastically. "Tried to remember so you can answer me."

"B-bianca."

I wiped my face with a napkin before I called for the bill. 

"Finish your meal so we can go home," I cut him off. "I'm tired."

Gideon and I were both silent until we reached the house. 

"Thanks for driving us, Denver." I still managed to smile at the driver even with my foul mood. 

"Bianca…" I was on my way to the kitchen to drink water when Gideon called me. 

I turned around to face him. "What?" 

"I'm sorry." 

His face looked somber. His eyes were sad....