Danielle's face is turning red with frustration too. Chad is pinching the bridge of his nose while biting at his bottom lip. Around us a few people are staring or walking by in confusion. Chad is clearly growing uncomfortable. I bet some of these people are his colleagues or he knows personally so I doubt he wants them to see his family drama. Wouldn't want their reputation to be hurt, oh no, that'd be awful!

"Mylo, I didn't raise you to act like this–"

"You didn't raise me at all," I interrupt, pointing accusingly at her before turning it to Chad. He stares at me in confusion but that soon turns to a mixture of frustration and guilt at what I have to say next. "You abandoned us for this jackass to start another family because your first one wasn't good enough. And how long were you cheating on dad with him before you actually left?"

Danielle takes quick steps forward, her hand grasping my bicep. The tip of her nails dig into my skin while she tugs me towards the exit. I quickly slap her hand away causing her to gasp while she cradles her hand to her chest. Chad is at her side in a minute, putting himself between the two of us.

"Mylo, this is not the place to be having this discussion," Chad says, glancing all around. The music is loud but apparently not loud enough to keep everyone from growing curious.

I suppose he's right. We're at someone's wedding and I rather not ruin it with family drama. Actually, I rather not have any drama at all. All these questions I have for her, I suddenly don't want to ask because I don't care. I don't care what her answer is or what bullshit excuse she tries to give. She abandoned us and it's as simple as that. Nothing she says or does will ever make me forgive her so there's no use talking.

Shaking my head, I step away from them both, waving my hands through the air.

"You're right," I sigh after dropping my hands to my side. "It's not and, honestly, I don't care."

Danielle furrows her brow in confusion.

"Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it. It won't change my mind so keep doing what you've been doing and act like you didn't have a family before this one."

With that, I turn and walk away.

"Mylo!" Danielle calls after me. I hear her heels clicking against the floor. She catches up but I brush her off again and again until we're both outside. Once there, I turn around and shove her back. She barely catches herself on the railing of the stairs.

"Do not touch me again," I order her and, after doing so, realize that my voice is shaking. Something along the line of tears are building up in my eyes but I rather not think about that. Lets keep acting like I don't have such emotions.

"Obviously you don't have anything to say. You haven't contacted me in all these years but now we stumble upon each other and you want to talk?" I back away from her, shaking my head as I do. "Leave me the fuck alone like you've been doing."

Danielle doesn't reply because we both know she doesn't have one. There's nothing she has to say that can fix this. Dad never talked much about their divorce, only told me after I got older that she cheated. Looking back on it, I can even see it. The times she left during the night without any real excuse, calling nannies to watch me or Chad coming over for a visit while dad wasn't there. As a child, I didn't see it but, once I got older it was clear as day.

Sure, she was probably unhappy. Dad worked a lot back then too, not nearly as much as now but enough that Danielle rarely got attention from him. I can see why she grew to be unhappy but it's the way she handled it that pisses me off. She probably realizes that now too and wants to mend it but she can't. Simple as that.

"If you want to talk I can–"

"No," I interrupt her without hesitation. "I don't want to speak to you again."

There seems to be genuine pain on her face but I don't care. There's not a single part of me that feels guilty, not even when she turns and walks away. However, once she's gone, I feel like I'm going to vomit. The world starts to spin and I drop to my knees, my hands coming up to twist into my hair.

Holy shit, I never thought I'd see her again. Sure, when I was younger I used to think about it, dream about it but never thought it'd actually happen. Now that it has, I don't know how to handle it. There's no way I can go back in there so I call Korey up to inform her.

"What happened, Mylo?" She asks after coming outside to check up on me. I'm now sitting on the sidewalk, picking at the few weeds that grew through the cracks.

"I saw...my mom," I whisper, glancing back at her to see the concern etched on her face. "Sorry, I can't go back in there. You mind if I head home early?"

"Do you have a ride?" She asks. She's the one who drove us and my car is at her shop.

"I can get one."

Korey glances back at the venue then to me. It takes a moment but she agrees and asks if I'd like some company till my ride arrives. I tell her no. I much rather be alone right now and she must sense it because she nods and heads back inside. Once she's gone, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself before calling Jace. I don't want him getting worked up if he happens to hear something in my voice. Hopefully by the time he gets here I'll be calmed down and he won't ask too many questions.

"Hey Mylo, what's up? I thought you were working," Jace answers happily. The moment he does I hear noise in the background. It sounds like a TV followed by some joyous laughter that slowly fades into the distant. I'm assuming he has left whatever room he was in.

"I am but, uh, are you busy?" I ask when I hear someone call Jace's name. The voice sounds oddly familiar, and it is, because Jace shouts back at his abuela about something.

"Ah, my grandparents, Mackenzie and I are watching some movies. If you are heading home soon, want to stop over?" Jace inquires with such innocence it hurts while my chest aches at the mention of Mackenzie.

She's at their house? His grandparents are there so that makes me feel better but, at the same time, it hurts. I'm more worked up than usual and that isn't helping. My hands are tightening into fists while my phone starts to shake next to my ear. I shouldn't be mad, I don't have the right to be. She's allowed to be at his house and watch TV. I have no say in the matter.

"No, sorry to bother you, I was just bored and thought we could chat for a bit," I lie, picking at the weeds around me even more. They should hire me as a gardener, I'm getting good at this. "I better get back though and let you enjoy your movie."

"It's fine, Mylo. We can chat for–"

"Nah, Korey will get mad if I'm on here too long so I'll talk to you later." It's getting harder to control my voice. I can feel it starting to shake and the last thing I want to do is clue Jace in that something's wrong.

It's stupid, I know it is. Isn't he my boyfriend? He should be the one I tell but I can't bring myself to do it. I don't know if it's because I'm not ready to talk about it or I'm not ready to talk to Jace about it. If Mackenzie wasn't mentioned, would I have brought it up? That's a good question.

"Ok, you're off tomorrow though, right?"

I hum in response.

"I asked my abuelo for the day off so I'll see you then."

Wait a second, I'm about to argue but it's too late, Jace is cutting me off.

"See you tomorrow!" With that, he hangs up, probably because he knew I was about to argue. Damn.

Sighing, I sit aside my phone, staring at it while biting at my bottom lip. Hopefully tomorrow I can keep a straight face. I say that like I would have been able to do it today. What the hell is wrong with me?

What am I going to do tomorrow though? Jace and I are going to hang out and I know I'll be moody. He'll probably want to know why, I won't want to tell him and end up chewing him out without meaning to. This is how it goes, that's how I am, I'm going to fuck it up and be mean to Jace who doesn't deserve it.

Maybe I should lie and say I'm not feeling well? I don't know, I'll figure it out tomorrow.

I call Sonya next since she has a vehicle. She's quick to agree and claims she'll be on her way soon. While waiting, I wonder about Jace and Mackenzie. My heart can't seem to stop aching at the thought of it. Imagining them sitting on the couch together, sharing popcorn and watching TV, it bothers me in ways I can't explain. I know what the feeling is and I've told Jace before I'm a jealous person but this is ridiculous.

It's because of what happened earlier. I'm already riled up so it's hard to control myself, that's obviously it.