The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 403

Lance held a tiny pink kitten keychain in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand stood out, looking almost out of place next to something so soft and cute.

He stared at it for who knows how long before finally tearing his eyes away. He glanced down at the keychain, his thoughts racing. No way. Gavin must be the guy next door, the one with the fancy car parked outside. He probably just came over to see Catherine about something. It was only ten o’clock, not exactly late.

Lance pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let it burn between his fingers. He leaned against the lamppost, the night pressing in on all sides. Time slipped by until, with a blink, it was almost eleven.

He frowned, his lips pressed into a tight line, sharp features shadowed by the glow from Catherine’s window. He didn’t even look back at the house. The bright lights inside spilled out, lighting up half his face. Another cigarette finished, then another, until he finally crushed the last one and tossed it in the trash. Without a backward glance, he walked away.

About thirty seconds later, Gavin came out of Catherine’s house. “I’ll have someone drop off the donation tomorrow,” he called, waving from the steps. “Does this count as making up for my mistakes? Can you at least think a little better of me now?”

Catherine kept her hand on the door, leaving it half open. “You’re not a bad person.” Gavin smiled, but before the smile could settle in, Catherine added, “You’re just really annoying.”

Gavin was left speechless. “It’s late. You should head home,” Catherine said. She wasn’t that tired, honestly. She’d napped for a few hours in the afternoon. But Gavin talked so much it wore her out just listening.

“Fine, you get some sleep!” Gavin waved as he left, still amazed he’d managed to spend hours alone with Catherine. Even if he had to scramble for conversation topics the whole time. Maybe now they’d finally gotten past everything and could be real friends.

Catherine shut the door and went upstairs. Lorinda sent her a message, asking what Lance had wanted. Just thinking about Lance left Catherine confused. “Can you ask Harrell what he said to Lance? I just want to know.” Lorinda sent back a quick ‘OK’ emoji.

The next morning, Catherine was still asleep when someone started banging on the door. She groaned, threw off the covers, and went downstairs. Outside, Gavin stood in pajamas, hair a complete mess.

“I forgot my medicine,” he mumbled.

Catherine checked the clock by the door. “It’s not even six yet.”

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