Not Good Enough.

I returned home, half expecting chaos. Maybe Abby had already told someone about me and Faith, and I'd walk into a full-blown interrogation. But the house was quiet.

I barely made it through the door before my uncle's voice cut through the silence.

"Where have you been?"

I turned to see him watching me from the living room, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

"At Eric's," I answered, trying to sound casual as I kicked off my shoes.

He let out a short breath, shaking his head. "You've been spending a lot of time with that boy lately. You should be focusing on work, not running around. You know, Eric always made his father proud. Every time and he didn't do it by always going around. Focus on your work and stop walking around the neighborhood."

I froze for a split second before nodding slowly.

Of course.

Of course, even now, after everything, I still wasn't enough.