I hesitate.
The easy answer is no.
I love her.
I’m in love with her.
Of course, I wouldn’t let her go over that.
But I think it’s a lot more complicated than that.
“I don’t think that will ever be the only issue,” I say sadly. “I think the bigger issue is…trust. She doesn’t trust me.”
“Not yet.”
“Trust takes time, and she wasn’t willing to give me the time to prove it to her.”
“Then go get her. Prove yourself to her.”
“What do you mean?”
He chuckles. “Dude, don’t be dense. Get off your ass and get on a plane. Isn’t the big ultrasound appointment coming up?”
“Yeah, on Wednesday.”
“You need to be there. And then you need to tell her how you feel. All of it. Even if it means apologizing for things you didn’t do.”
“How can I apologize for something I didn’t do?”
He gives me a look like I’m an idiot. “Come on. Knock it off.”
“I can’t just leave the tour.”
“Sure you can. Family emergency. Stu and Ford will fill in.”
Stu Killorn and Ford Malone are Nobody’s Fool’s guitarists and they’re good guys. I know they’ll fill in for me if I tell them what’s going on. I just hate having to put my band, and our friends, in this position.
But Summer’s important too.
If there’s even the most remote chance we can make this work, I have to try.
“Except I don’t know what to say or where to start.”
“How about you start with ‘I love you’?” Angus suggests.
“I don’t know if that’s enough.”
“Then you show her the email I’m going to forward to you from the memory care place—that takes her insurance and all that.”
“And then?”
He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Probably.”
“Say all the things, man. Spell it out. How much you love her. How you felt when she left. How much she hurt you—they like it when we’re vulnerable.”
I snort.
