orridge, a tear slipping

ex-girlfriend. I never eat cilantro,

as Sonya's

get a d

on to a husband who had an

nting to explain, but the r

idea. I'll explain when I get back, " he said

tter smile on my lips: S

soy milk and buns, eating

a taxi to t

to visit my

nya's hospit

r, showing her affection in a quiet, nur

ther's shoulder, while my husband,

I'm about to be de

ully, looking at h

o be obsessed with that game, hopi

ment, saying he didn't know ho

e couldn't play, he just di

iscomfort and pus

sion changed. She dropped the phone

, "Can you let me have Louis back i

nveloped

one scolding Sonya for being some

uneasy, trying to free his a

a, do you enjoy taking what's mine? Happy t

d shifted d

came along! We just had an argumen

act that alarmed everyone in the room, and slammed her

th rage, "Zayne, why do you have to fig

ut of their silence, rush

rong? Let me call

I'm here, your bro

, my numb heart was

at me with di

Your sister's in this state, a

her slapped me, his words cutting

u keep this up? Do you w

ant to be together. You'r

scolding me, snapped, "Leave this house