“Topher doesn’t know, by the way. He thinks we were just close friends.”
That only intensified the guilt I now felt for knowing something Topher didn’t, and I’d never lied to him once, other than hiding my feelings for him. I also knew something that Dad might have or might have not known. I hated being in this situation. Looking at Topher outside while blissfully chatting with his mom, it just made my heart sink over his cluelessness and my discovery.
I looked at Alf and tried to calm down. “Why are you even telling me this?”
Alf gave Topher another look. “Because I don’t want her with your dad. I want her back home where she belongs. You think you can make that happen? Maybe help me?”
What? Seriously? What was wrong with this man? His face was desperate.