CHAPTER 58: WING NUT

It has been three days since Garren arrived, and it's also been three days since my mind is in a mare's nest.

He's been acting really weird. This time, I'm not even piling things on.

This is not merely because of that abrupt change in the car seat plan, but the way he's been behaving as if he didn't leave me with a bunch of unsettled questions that night before he left.

He's acting oblivious and indifferent. It's as if he hit his head against a wall and now has amnesia.

For starters, he now talks to me like he used to before. That affable aura surrounding him when we were on Santorini and when he brought us to the amusement park suddenly came back.

Mind you, oftentimes, he's the one who initiates a conversation.

Like that time he drove us to his son's school, he asked how I've been doing! It wasn't supposed to be a big deal if it wasn't for the fact that he stopped regarding my existence a month ago.

But that wasn't the last time he acted as if he cared for my welfare. I was tr