I drop to my knees as knots cramp in my stomach.
Why care? We’ve been over for three years.
But the whole twelve years we were together were based on a lie.
I crawl forward and grab my overnight bag, thankful I’d left it next to the wardrobe. Pulling myself up, I thrust my shoulders back before stuffing it with clothes and toiletries.
I pick up my phone. Twenty-four messages and six missed calls.
I scan them. They’re all from my siblings, wanting to know if I’m okay.
I listen to the voice messages, my heart aching. I’d disabled the ringer.
Elijah:“Kat, we just need to know you’re okay. Please, sis, I’m worried.”
Caleb:“Kat, we’re worried about you. Please call.”
Gabriel:“If you need anything, sis, we’re here for you.”
I freeze at the next one.
Zach: “Kat, we really need to talk. I’m sorry, I never wanted you to find out?—”
I delete the message, letting out a deep, gratifying sigh, before blocking his number.
No, Zach, I’m sure you didn’t want me to find out, you two-timing bastard.
I inhale deeply before firing off a message on the family group chat.
ME:
Please don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I’m going to stay with Mum.
I groan at the three dots that appear and disappear rapidly. Finally, a single message comes through.
CALEB:
Drive safely. We’re here if you need us.
I send one more message before hoisting my bag onto my shoulder and turning my back on the chaos I’ve wrought.
ME:
I’m coming home.
MUM:
See you when you get here. Drive carefully.
It’slate by the time I arrive.
Mum doesn’t say a word, simply pulls me into her arms and gives me a fierce hug. I squeeze her back, absorbing her strength. I pull back, her eyes scan my face as she cups my cheeks in her hands.
My throat constricts, and I blink rapidly. She nods at the weak smile I offer her. Her message is loud and clear.
I’m here when you’re ready.
I shiver, and she pats my cheek before stepping to one side. I head straight to my childhood room and shut the door, sinking into the comfort of my bed. I run a hand down my face, surprised to find it damp.
