I was pacing down the sidewalk with the cheer of a dead person.

My hands barely felt the paper grocery bags rubbing up against them, mainly because I was in la-la land.

“Let’s take a break,” Raine offered, ushering me to a bench.

I didn’t resist, so I simply plopped down beside him.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

I looked down, stubborn as a kindergartner.

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“Yes, you are.”

I didn’t argue back; I just continued sulking. “I look like an idiot.”

I heard him sigh. “No, you don’t, Aidan. You’re having a normal reaction.”

“To what? Finding out in the rudest way possible that you’re a bajillionaire? Does such a word even exist?“

Raine chuckled despite the gloomy atmosphere that permeated me within a ten foot radius.

“Listen, I want to sit down and tell you everything.”

This time, it was my turn to sigh.

“It’s not anything dramatic – it’s quite cowardly on my part, actually.”

Do you have anything new to tell me?