Edward
"Do you think Connor will still be able to pick me up today?" Oksana smiled as she poured enough syrup over her waffles to make my teeth ache.
I frowned and shrugged, "Oksana, it's not a good idea to bombard him. Just give him some space."
"Well you two are in the middle of a fight and I don't get how that's going to affect me. He promised me and it's been a year of fun, you can't tell me he can just cut the cord like that," she pouted.
"Sana, Connor is going through a lot right now and it's partially my fault. I don't think he wants to see any of us right now."
She placed her fork down on her plate and scowled, "And how is that that my fault? He promised me not you Edward. What should I not text him too because you messed up again? You always mess up in your relationships and I'm not allowed to talk or see your exes."
"Sana," Dad tried to intervene but she was far too gone by then.
