Thump.
Aunt abandoned us?
What is that supposed to mean?
Aunt didn’t abandon us. She saved me. She couldn’t have saved me if she abandoned me. Uncle must be wrong.
He has to be.
27
Elsa
I’m distracted out of my mind during the dinner with Knox.
He brought me to the coffee shop where Aiden and I usually have our meals. I’m surprised he knows such a place exists.
Even with the familiar setting and Knox cracking jokes, I can’t concentrate.
I’ve been picking at my salad, but I barely took a bite.
My legs bounce under the table. I emptied the hand sanitiser, but the itch under my skin wouldn’t go away.
The conversation between Aunt and Uncle keeps playing at the back of my mind on an endless loop.
He said she abandoned us. Abandoned us.
And I lost Ma because of that? How so? How the hell did that happen?
“Elsa?”
My head snaps up at Knox’s voice. I’m gripping the fork so tight, my knuckles are white. I think my face is the same, too.
“Sorry.” I force out an awkward smile. “I’m a bit distracted tonight.”
“It’s okay. We can do this another time if you like.”
“Absolutely.” I glide my fork in the salad. “I’m really sorry, Knox. I love your company. I’m just not in my right state of mind.”
“Family problems?”
I wince. “Sort of.”
“I completely understand. I also have an overbearing father.”
“You do?”
“He’s a control freak and is hardly satisfied with anything. I think he rubbed off on me.”
I smile despite myself. “You’re not a control freak, Knox.”
“I can be.” He grins. “Anyway, all I’m trying to say is that parents are like that. I try to be a good son and give him what he wants even if it can be nearly impossible.”
I clutch his arm briefly. “I’m sure he’s proud of you.”
“That’s what I hope.” His eyes appear lost for a second. “I want to be his favourite son.”
“I’m sure you are.”