Chapter 77: Nick's Past

"You've been awfully quiet the last few days," Nick said as he sat on my couch with a cup of tea in his hands. "Is everything okay?"

I was cleaning up the dishes that contained our dinner from earlier that evening. It was spaghetti bolognaise, and of course I didn't make it. If I had made it, it would have been called spaghetti-me-outta-here.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"You've been very distant since you have been to that nunnery. I feel like there is something that you should be telling me," Nick said, his purple eyes looking upset.

I had kept him in the dark about how I was actually adopted. I don't know why, but once I started lying to him that everything was okay, it became a snowball of lies.

I must have known that he would sense that something was off sooner or later. The question was: should I tell him?

I sighed. What difference did it make whether I told him or not - it wasn't going to make answers appear out of thin air.