chapter 6

I shake the memory away. Getting lost in my thoughts has never been a good thing. Since I remember myself, my thoughts have had nothing good to say or remind me of. They become a dark trap, and eventually, suck me in deep. All those thoughts do is remind me just how much I don’t belong. Here, with my family and society in general. I just don’t fit in. “Marabella, are you ok?” Jonah asks as he walks back in the room, already dressed and ready to go. Now, he is wearing black slacks and a dress shirt. The buttons of the shirt are still undone as he pushes his belt through the loops of his pants. This time, I fight the urge to look at him and avert my gaze to the floor. I can’t allow my eyes to roam over his body all over again. It will do nothing but make the situation uncomfortable again. And I don't want to make Jonah feel so uncomfortable that he stops talking to me. He is the only person with whom I actually enjoy speaking. “Yeah, sorry. I will be quick,” I mutter under my breath as I