Angela walked back to the house, her eyes still showing the pain from the conversation she just had. She slumped into the sofa beside Alex and rested her head on his shoulder.
"What happened? Did you guys talk?" Alex asked quietly.
"I did, but it didn't go well," she said, her voice weak. "The conversation didn't go as planned. I tried to watch my words, but still, it went wrong."
"You shouldn't have spoken in a soft tone," Stales said as he sat next to her. "We men like it when you shout at us and let it all out. When you hold it back, we start thinking maybe you haven't forgiven us and might use it against us later."
"What the fuck are you saying?" Alex asked with a frown. "Stop filling her head with that nonsense. Renn already had a bad day, and I don't think it's about how she spoke but what they're both going through."
"Well, that's true," Stales said, running his hand through her black hair. "Who would have thought that Miss Valois was his mother?"
