Page 96 of Sweet Addiction
It’s up to you, sweetheart. Your aunt’s firm still handles all that stuff for me. I’m sure she could take care of it for you too. But that’s telling another person, and I don’t want to push you into anything you might not be ready for. I promised you this all happens on your time. Your father and I are here to support you, however you need.
I hadn’t thought about NDAs, but now that I have, I’m mad at myself for ignoring the obvious need. One more person knowing doesn’t feel like the end of the world, but it feels like one more chance of my secret blowing up in my face, and I’m not sure which is worse.
But what alternative do I have?
I don’t know another lawyer.
Dillan
Okay. But please ask her not to say anything.
Mom
You can’t ask her to keep that from your uncle, honey.
Dillan
But if they both know, there’s no way Jamie doesn’t find out, and then we’re basically writing it in the sky with one of those planes you see on the beach in the summer.
I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. This town is the definition of six degrees of separation, and every degree has a bigger mouth than the last.
Dillan
How long have you worked with your team?
Mom
Twenty years.
Dillan
Do you trust them?
Mom
Yes. Implicitly.
Dillan
Okay. No NDAs. I’ll see you tomorrow.
ROME
You coming to the fight?
Yeah. I’ll be there all weekend.
Good. Can you stay with Dillan?
I don’t want to leave her alone, and Lucky isn’t sure he’s coming.
Done.
I’m scarier than Lucky anyway.
Thanks, man.
—Text from Rome to Ryker.
