What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 30

"Our house is too quiet - mind if we join your game?" Mrs. Carter asked with her usual warmth.

We'd always spent New Year's Eve together before everything happened. This year, Mom had politely declined their dinner invitation, but you can't exactly turn away guests at your door.

Aiden naturally gravitated to the seat next to mine, watching me play poker. My cousins, oblivious to our history, kept making those classic "when's the wedding?" jokes. I laughed them off smoothly while Aiden's jaw tightened more with each comment.

At midnight, when everyone headed outside for fireworks, he caught my arm, clearly wanting to talk. That's when my phone rang.

Blushing slightly, I pulled away from him to answer. It was Jake from my photography club back at Stanford - a local California guy with an infectious laugh. He wasn't the brooding type like Aiden; instead, he was the kind of guy who could make anyone smile, always ready with a terrible pun or a ridiculous story.

He claimed he called just to count down the New Year together, not wanting to celebrate alone. I kept him on speaker, letting him join our family's celebrations from across the country.

Before hanging up, he laughed sheepishly. "Truth is, I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy New Year. So... happy New Year, Brooklyn!"

I couldn't help grinning as I wished him the same, chatting for a few more minutes. When I finally hung up and turned around, Aiden was standing there, his expression glacial.

He'd clearly heard everything.