Felicity
Felicity couldn't believe what she had just heard. She played it off like she was okay with finding out the man she loved was not even a man at all. Inside she was fuming.
How did her father expect the daughter of his own flesh and blood to just pretend and not be upset, especially with Weston?
He knew better. He had to know better. Right?
Her father went back to rest while she and Weston got ready to leave. She watched the expressions on Weston's face as they packed the truck. She could tell he was nervous about being alone with her. He knew she couldn't just pretend, so why didn't her own father?
She was silent, for a while. She pondered how to confront this. After all, they had been intimate. She felt as if she had slept with a complete stranger. She knew how he would respond.
He would say things like he was still the person she knew, and he loved her and that wouldn't change. She knew every word that was about to come out of his mouth.
Or so she thought.