The music fades beneath the roar of my insecurities, and no matter how tightly I hold onto him, it’s not enough to quiet the doubt taking root in my mind.
What if he doesn’t want me?
What if he never truly will again?
I wake, eyes fluttering open as I glance across the bed—just to confirm what I already know.
Colt isn’t there.
My head lifts slowly. Suitcases line the floor.
What the hell?
A flicker of hope sparks.
Maybe he’s surprising me with a vacation?
I sit up, only then realizing I’m naked.When did that happen?
Peeling the sheets away, I step out of bed and head to the walk-in closet, where Colt’s zipping up another suitcase.
“Where are we going?” I ask softly.
He turns to face me, but there’s no warmth in his eyes. “We’re not going anywhere, Dee. You are.” He turns back to his task like I’m not even there.
Confused, I step in, placing a hand on his arm. “What do you mean? Where am I going?”
He shrugs, unfazed. “Somewhere that isn’t here.”
“Colt, talk to me.” My voice tightens, emotion swelling.
He brushes past me without answering, walking back into the bedroom with a coolness that guts me.
This isn’t him.
This isn’tmy Colt.
I follow, grabbing his arm and spinning him to face me. “Colt, stop. What’s going on?”
He exhales sharply and rolls his eyes. “I’m leaving you, Dee. This ismy house, so you’re the one moving out. And I’m keeping Princess.”
My breath catches. “What?”
He gestures dismissively. “Come on, Dee. Look at yourself.”
My eyes drop to my stomach. The scar is massive—raw, red, angry. I instinctively flinch, covering it with my hand.
Colt laughs.
“I… I’m sorry,” I whisper, heat burning behind my eyes.
He shakes his head like I’m pathetic. “It’s not your fault you’re not attractive anymore.”
I reach for him. Desperate. I need him to seeme.
To remember.
I crash my mouth to his, kissing him with everything I have left.
