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Wavel looked horrified. “What do you mean?”
God, she was so naïve. Maybe that sweetness was a weakness after all. Not that I didn’t have tendencies to be naïve…but at least I was smart enough not to meet up with a stranger that I met on the internet.
“Have you ever heard his voice? Actually talked to him?” Sly asked as he leaned against the counter.
“I have. He sends me voice messages all the time. He’s a sweet guy.” She sounded confident in her statement, but her eyes told us otherwise. “You can’t just call him a serial killer, Sly.”
“And you can’t just call him a sweet guy when you’ve only ever talked to him over the phone.”
Something in me was lightening up. All that jealousy I carried inside of me was slowly vanishing, and it felt as if my feelings were floating over to Sly, going right into his chest.
He was jealous of Jack, and he wasn’t good at keeping it to himself.
Unlike me.
I was good at bottling up my feelings.
Sly shook his head. There was disappointment in his eyes. “You know no evil, do you?”
“Why would I assume the worst in people?” Wavel asked. It was a valid question. Why would she assume the worst in people? Why would anyone?
“Because there’s bad people in the world. People who act all nice and kind, and then they end up fucking you over. I’m not okay with you going to visit that guy, but I’m not going to stop you. You might get a good experience out of it or not. Visit him. I hope you’ll come back with a smile and not with tears.”
We let Sly’s words linger as he walked out of the kitchen. I agreed with everything he said. And for some fucked up reason, I liked the idea of Wavel coming back home heartbroken. Hurt. Shit, and I would not have an ounce of remorse if that were the case.
I finished my food and drank my coffee, then washed it all down with water. The bad taste from Mom’s anger lingered in my mouth though.
“What do you think, Caia? Am I being too naïve?”
I looked at Wavel and shrugged. “I think you should go with your gut.”
“And what if I’m wrong about him?”
“Then you know not to trust your instincts. It’s cruel, but you’ll learn more about yourself that way.” My advice wasn’t one I would’ve given myself. I was speaking without using my brain. But whatever I just said seemed to have been enough for Wavel.
“Thank you, Caia. You’re right. If my instincts are wrong, it means that I have to get to know myself better. But if they’re right, then…I know I can trust myself.”
Yeah.
Whatever.
I gave a tight smile and got up from the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go buy cheese.”
Chapter 12
CAIA
I had no driver’s licence, and my old bike was rusty, so the only way to get to town was by foot.
It was raining, again, but I didn’t care. I was putting on my red raincoat and black rainboots when Dad entered the foyer. He studied me with a tight jaw and narrowed eyes. “Do you think you’ll ask your mother the next time you want to use something from the fridge?”
Of course, he came to lecture me.
“Yes, I will, Daddy.”
“It’s not the first time you’ve been disrespectful toward your mother.”
The corners of my mouth curled downward, and I grimaced at his statement. I hadn’t been respected much in this family either, but when I did it, it was a crime.
