Page 11 of Jealousy Jealousy

She’s not relevant.

There was silence again, and I let the anger inside of me grow. I would keep it inside for the rest of the day, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I wanted to sleep it all off.

Shut down my brain for once and not think about anything.

“Mom, Dad, I’ve met someone,” Wavel said, breaking the silence.

We all looked at her, and I glanced at Sly to see his reaction. I had told him about Jack, but he wouldn’t believe me. Now he was learning about Wavel’s little crush the hard way.

How amusing.

I pursed my lips and listened to the conversation.

“You did? That’s wonderful. Tell us more,” Mom encouraged.

“His name is Jack.”

I raised a brow at Sly, waiting for his reaction. He looked at me, grimaced, and shook his head.

“I met him online. We’ve been sending each other messages for a while now and he asked me for my phone number today, so we’ve been texting ever since. He’s really kind and sweet, and he asks so many questions. He’s really interested in me.”

“How old is this guy, sweetheart?” Dad asked.

“Sly’s age. So, twenty.”

“And where is he from?”

“Vancouver. And he’s in college. He studies economics.”

“Sounds like a smart guy,” Mom stated.

“He is. You’d like him. He loves books and he also golfs. I know you played golf too, Dad.”

Dad nodded. “I did play golf. I was hoping to start playing again and bring Sly along. Do you think that’s something you’d enjoy doing, son?”

No.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sly replied.

“Well, if I ever get to meet this Jack guy, I will make sure to get out my clubs and take him to the golf course.”

“Jack would love that! We have talked about meeting up soon. Though, I would have to go visit him first because he’s busy with classes, and he can’t leave the city,” Wavel explained.

Mom would never let her go to Vancouver alone, but Dad would. And in this house, Mom rarely had anything to say.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. I have to get ready for tonight.” Dad got up from the table and brushed his hand over Mom’s head, thanking her for dinner. “It was delicious as always, darling. Sly, please come to my office when you’re done.”

Dad left the dining room and headed upstairs while we finished our dinner in silence.

Something about Wavel’s new friendship with Jack didn’t sit right with me. Not because I believed that it wouldn’t work out between them. But Wavel wanting to go to Vancouver felt off. Dad had yet to allow her to go, yet the idea of her traveling up there left a heavy feeling in my chest.

My intuition never failed me, and it wasn’t going to the next time either.

Chapter 8

CAIA

I was sitting on my bed when I heard Sly and Dad argue in his office. Their voices were loud, but I couldn’t understand much. I did hear Wavel’s name being said a couple of times, but I couldn’t make out the context of their conversation.

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