Brandon
AmaliawatchedmeasI carried plates of food to the kitchen table. I sat in front of her before taking my own and sitting beside her. She sighed and picked up her fork, moving the roast potatoes around the plate.
“You know, she loves you,” Amalia said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” So instead, I focused on slicing my chicken into small pieces. I didn’t want to be having this conversation right now.
“And I know that you love her. What I’m struggling with right now is why you still haven’t told me I will have a sibling.”
I nearly choked on the chicken I had just put into my mouth. I reached for my water glass and took a long sip before looking at Amalia. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“Where the hell did you hear about that?”
“Gina told me. I’ve been talking to her a lot the last couple of days. Did you know that she’s thinking about leaving Silverlake? She might move back to the city.”
I froze, my entire body stiffening as I looked at her. While I knew that Gina didn’t want to work with me anymore, I had no idea she was considering leaving.
“She’s going to go?”