“I’maware.” I poured myself more wine.
Dylan watched me, her eyebrows creeping up her forehead. “How are you, Addie?”
The combination of wine, exhaustion, and her concern hit me harder than I expected. I blinked back tears. “Good.”
“Liar.”
“Totes.” I sighed. “My heart feels like it’s been smashed into a thousand tiny pieces.”
“Love sucks.”
“Ohmigod, it totally does,” I agreed. “I’ve heard nothingfrom him. I thought he’d come to his senses and at leasttryto win me back.”
“I’m sorry, Addie. I thought so, too. Jake seems like such an intelligent guy. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. He must be as stubborn as you are.”
I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I didn’t have it in me to pretend it was working. “It is what it is.” I shrugged. “I have never been here beforeso I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed react...or feel, for that matter.”
“Just feel how you feel, buddy. There’s no right or wrong.”
“What about reactions? Is it overkill to want to hurt him as much as he hurt me?”
Dylan chuckled. “Towantto, no...todoit, yes, probably. Especially since he’s a cop and all. Might be difficult to hidethatbody.”
“Damn.”
“But it’s not entirely out ofthe question,” Dylan added. “I should get a passport first, though, just in case.”
I forced a smile. “Sounds like a good plan.”
She hugged me again. “Tomorrow we’re gonna go find the asshat stealing from old people. And when we catch him or her, I’m sure I could be persuaded to look away while you take a few sucker punches to make you feel better.”
This time I did smile. People who stole fromthe elderly were right up there with cheaters in my book. “You’re my favorite, too.”
Dylan gave me one last hug before she left. I changed into pajamas then crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.
