Tell Me Now,Are We Real?

his voice uncertain as he received n

restless, like her body didn't know where it bel

a... I need to talk to you about this morning. I hate that we have to d

lane. It was the neighboring co

r way to the couch. She curled into the c

ter of the L Group. We talked about the marriage arrangem

ng. Her silence w

either." Henry continued. Then he paused. Silence again-quiet, car

er?" Andrea's voice was so sof

n you, Andrea

er voice was sharper no

nt of our families, and in public," Henry explained, his words hesitant

tand, Henry." Andrea

you, Andrea Evans. Only you,"

"So what exactly are yo

he said. "Let the world think I'm

dy but hurt. "Are you suggesting w

said, trying to sound calm, though h

I didn't sleep at all last night. I can't think s

nry's voice rose suddenly, sharp and commanding.

orever?" Andrea yelled back, years of bottled pain breaking loose. She knew him too w

navy suit he wore that morning, his shirt collar now wrinkled and

Ava and I are nothing-it's all just a show! Why do you ma

ration. "If you really loved me, you wouldn'

n't you dare!" His voice thundered.

to calm him down. "You didn't sleep last night either.

Her voice was soft no

began, but the li

satisfying. He stood there frozen, his breathing uneven, hands trembling at his sides. Everythin

in his hands. His mind spun in a dozen directions, none offering a solut

rol. But right now, he had no idea how to