Then I’m walking.
Fast.
My heart’s shaking her head,
waving her arms, screamingno, no, no.
So I shove the replay in her face.
His mouth. The stories. Their thighs.
The touching. The kiss. The drink.
She can gag on it all. She can fucking drown.
And she sinks back into herself,
closing her eyes.
I’m halfway to the exit when?—
“Sonny—please, wait.”
His voice hits the back of my neck.
“Please. Stop, stop, stop—okay, okay?—”
Then he’s in front of me again,
his eyes begging me.
Wide. At war. On their fucking knees.
“I don’t know, alright?
“I don’t know the fuckin’ number.”
“Ballpark it, Drew. Give me an estimate.
“A range.
“Anything.”
He wets his bottom lip.
Shakes his head.
Stops.
Hesitates.
Already strangled by it.
“Sonny—fuck, if I tell you,
“you’re gone for good. That’s it.
“You’re gonna hate me.
