““You don’t have work today?” Fiona asked. He worked at a pharmacy, but to her, it seemed like he was hardly ever there. “Nope,” Troy said, a drop of milk dribbling down his chin. Hannah came down the stairs, wringing her hands. “Fiona, when is he coming over?” Fiona glanced at the clock. “Half an hour.” Her brow furrowed, Hannah opened her mouth to say something when Troy spoke. “Who?” He turned to face them. Fiona and Hannah exchanged glances. Hannah smiled tightly at him. “Troy… do you mind… ...well, listen, Fiona and I have some things we have to do this morning, and well…” Fiona rolled her eyes. Couldn’t she just spit it out? She gritted her teeth, choosing to remain silent. She had enough on her mind without another argument with Troy. Troy looked from Hannah to Fiona, his eyes narrowing. “What’s going on?” “I’ll explain later, okay?” Hannah said. Troy stood up and walked to the kitchen. “All right, fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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