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She shook her head. “Come on, Hannah, you and I both know there is no way I’m going to be able to handle university.”

“I can help you.”

“I don’t want you doing my bachelor! If I can’t do it, I shouldn’t be in it.”

“No, I mean I can help you with the coursework so you can do it,” I clarified. “Where you have questions, I can have answers.”

“School work isn’t my biggest problem, Hannah.” She threw back some of her beer and looked at Dad. “I’m letting him down.”

I glanced at Dad; he had his back to us.

“Just because you’re not doing your school work doesn’t mean you are letting him down.”

She took her eyes off him and looked at me. “I’m…” she sighed and ran a hair through her blonde hair, which was the same length as mine. “I’m just a fucking idiot.”

“Think a bit higher of yourself, will you? School work doesn’t define you.”

“Maybe not, but when you put together everything I’m doing, well, I’m not just disappointing Dad, I’m basically giving the finger to the life he has planned for me.”

Okay. What else was going on here? “Eve, what are you not telling me?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” She got up. “I’m going to get another.”

I watched her walk around the table and disappear inside. Just as she disappeared, out walked Brad. He scanned the area, and then his eyes landed on me, like he was looking for me. Why did he look slightly panicked?

Like he hadn’t wanted me to be here.

He had changed his shirt since this morning, most likely because he had gotten oil and grease all over it. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was hoping I wouldn’t be here. I guess we really did have a one night thing.

Just what I expected.

Then someone stepped around him and my expression didn’t change when I saw Andrea.

“Oh, Andrea, I’m so glad you came.” Mum smiled at her, and went to give her a hug.

I wasn’t doing regrets. Since I’d been diagnosed with cancer, I simply wasn’t doing them. So I wasn’t about to feel guilty, stupid, or regret last night with Brad.

I enjoyed myself and now, now I was going to do what I’d promised him. I was going to be mature and level-headed. And act like nothing had happened.

His eyes were still on me, and I think he was waiting for me to react, but I just stood up and grabbed the jug of water and poured myself a drink.

“I didn’t want to invade your family dinner, Abby,” Andrea said, half-hesitant, like she felt she shouldn’t be here.

“Don’t be stupid! You aren’t invading anything. You are with Brad, after all, and that basically makes you family.”

Andrea and Brad had been together a while. It made sense that people looked at them like they were a couple.

I glanced up and saw him still staring at me. Again, it was like he was waiting for me to snap or something.

Did he really expect me to throw a fit because he’d gone back to her? I’d told him to go back to her. I was the one who had made them make up the other night on the phone. I’d told him one night was all I wanted. He’d given me that and now I was going to keep my end of the agreement.

Andrea handed Mum the wine she’d brought and they started chatting while I sipped my water and checked my phone for the first time today.

Nothing from Layla. That was odd. Like, really odd. I brought up her number and messaged her, asking if she was okay.

Then I had an unread message from Tatz this morning:‘Am I ever going to see your face again?’

A tiny smile spread across my lips. He was quoting the lyrics from the Angels to me. Because I had been singing along to it when it was on the radio and he said I was singing badly when we went and picked up the pizzas the other night.