I don't know what's more torturing, my headache, or Leilani's wifey acts—especially the part when she called me babe.
The word is still ringing in my head, louder than the headache even. I almost thought she had heard me confessing this morning, but the moment I looked into her eyes, I knew she didn't. They didn't have that hint of mischief or hidden secrets she usually has when she's withholding information she wants me to know—mostly about Briana or her mother's development.
"When is Calvin arriving? Eve and I have an errand to run an hour from now," Dad asks, checking his watch.
