KIAN'S POVThe idea of going on a camping trip didn’t sit well with me not only because of the awkward air between Leslie and I but also because of grandfather's health. He has always had this overly obsessed love for the beach, frankly just any huge body of water so it’s not a surprise that he chos
“Kian, that is great! I’m invited, aren’t I?” My uncle sounds ecstatic. Before I can reply, the door opens and my secretary walks in, a tray with a mug in hand. She bows slightly in a greeting before moving closer into the room. I return my attention back to Travis, shrugging. “I guess you are.”
LESLIE'S POVPRESENTI struggle with a tent, twisting and folding. Unable to tell where it starts or ends. Somewhere, Kian talks his grandfather’s ear off about how this whole sleeping outside in a tent near the beach thing is a terrible idea. Well for the first time, Kian and I agree on something.
LESLIE'S POVMy excitement somewhat dampens when she mentions that one bit of information. I hate to think about it but it is always there at the back of my mind. It never leaves. My boss is prickly to everyone but not to the one woman who manages to break a smile from him. Beverly is everything I’m
KIAN’S POVGod, I hate surprises. And everything else attached to it; the shock, the confusion, the momentary loss of control, the fight to get that control back and the aftermath of losing it. It’s all a fucking mess wrapped together in a thing called surprises. I can’t emphasise enough about how
“How long?” I croak. I try to think about it. About any slip-ups that could have made grandfather suspicious. I think about how long he’s known that I have been fooling him and that I had dragged Leslie into it. The fact that he knows about Beverly’s pregnancy means he knows about the divorce. He k
LESLIE’S POVNight has fallen and for some reason, the sky is dark tonight. Way too dark. There is not a single hint of star in the sky and the moon keeps peeking in and out of dark clouds that keep floating past it. I find it ominous that the moon chose tonight to be powerless. It chose the very m
I sit like that in silence until I feel someone’s presence beside me. Grandfather. The rock is wide enough for two and he doesn't ask for an invitation before he sits beside me. If I wanted to jerk away from him, it’s already too late. So, I just sit, trying hard not to let my anxiety show. “The