She thought his family's circumstances were too ordinary. That he wasn't good enough for me.
It was Brad kneeling outside our door for three days and nights, splitting his forehead open against the ground, that finally wore her down.
Dad drove in silence, not saying a word.
I caught his reflection in the rearview mirror. His brows were knotted tight, his expression unreadable.
We'd been driving for about twenty minutes when I suddenly spotted Brad's car parked outside a roadside villa.
"Stop the car! Dad, stop!"
Hearing the urgency in my voice, Dad quickly pulled over, then turned to look at me.
"What is it, Jill? Aren't we heading to the airport to find Brad?"
Mom was just as confused. "That's right. We need to get to the airport and catch them in the act!"
I pointed at Brad's car. "He hasn't left for the airport yet. He's probably here to pick up his little girlfriend."
I got out of the car before either of them could respond.
The Other Jilln headed straight for the villa.
What I didn't notice was that behind me, in the car, both my parents had gone pale the moment they looked at the building.