It was three days before the Harvard Commencement Day; Mom surprised me with her early arrival. She was even more excited than I was. She wanted to help me choose my graduation dress and volunteered to do my hair and makeup. Thomas didn’t come with Mom. He said he was busy, but he promised that he’ll attend my graduation.
Thomas had changed ever since the day he found out about my secret. It’s the same day I learned that he was hurting his son physically. He wasn’t the same man who called me just to check if I was alright or if I needed something. Nothing.
Mom called Luke over the phone, and she asked him if he was coming to my graduation. He agreed, of course, but he was still in London, probably devouring someone else’s pussy.
A few days ago, I found photos of him with a mysterious blonde on the internet. They were attending a corporate gala, and it was unlikely of him to be found on the news with a woman. I stopped talking to him since that day.
I didn’t want to Google him because of my stalking tendencies, but I missed him so much, I wanted to see his face.