“Why are you being like this?” I ask softly.

His voice is even more flat when he says, “Not sure what you mean. This is me.”

“You’re acting so detached and strange. This isn’t like
you.”

“Well, you don’t know me anymore.”

That response brings fury and betrayal roaring to the surface again. “And whose fault is that, Zeke?” I grab a nearby mug with the intention of throwing it at his head. He’s giving me worse mood swings than Aunt Flo.

“We both know the answer. Let’s not play guessing games.”

“You’re ridiculous. I don’t understand you at all,” I say.

“A lot happens in five years. You’re not the only one who’s changed.” He gestures around the store.

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you upset about my career choice?”

“Nah, that isn’t it.”

“What then? Let’s stop dancing around. You came here for a reason,” I point out.

A flush races up his neck, painting the stubbled skin an angry red. “All of this is proof you never needed me. Not like I fucking depend on you.”