I sat down, trying to ignore the sudden heaviness, but my boyfriend quickly stood, thanked his parents, and ushered me out of the house far earlier than expected.
Confused and unsettled, I climbed into the passenger seat.
“You Could’ve At Least Told Me”
The car door shut, and for a moment, silence filled the air. Then he turned to me, his face tense, and said words that caught me completely off guard:
“You could’ve at least told me.”
“Told you what?” I asked, baffled.
“That note,” he snapped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
I blinked at him in disbelief. “What note?”
He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “The one on the fridge. My parents think we’re hiding something.”
The Mystery of the Fridge Note
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