“Please, don’t be so polite! That girl should be happy to keep you company. After all, you’ll be her aunt soon,” my mom said, patting Teresa’s hand and exchanging a few pleasantries with her.
After we finished eating, the family gathering came to an end. Teresa approached me suddenly. “I feel like Dylan is hiding something from me. Do you know what it is, Amy?”
In my past life, this was the moment when she came to me for answers after dinner. Back then, I felt sorry for her and told her the truth, begging her not to reveal that I had spilled the beans. I urged her to think carefully before marrying him.
This time, I played dumb.
“Why don’t you ask my uncle directly? I just got home from work, so I don’t really know much about what’s going on with their family.”
Teresa frowned at my response. “I’ve asked other people, but no one will tell me. Amy, you’re the only person I trust here. We’re about the same age, and I feel really close to you.
“Your uncle wouldn’t keep something from me, right?”
She was trying to play the sympathy card, but inside, I was laughing coldly.