“This is so romantic, Haley.”
“If romantic is the same thing as tragic, I’d agree with you.”
“I don’t think your story with Liam should end in tragedy.”
“It just did.”
She smiles. “We’ll see. Maybe the ending hasn’t been written yet.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Once I’m alone in my apartment, I lose it.
I sink to the floor beside my bed, and I cry.
I sob.
Because I already miss Liam.
And Emerson’s wrong. Our ending has already been written.Iscripted it, for God’s sake, when I asked him to teach me casual. To show me how to care less.
I’m so silly.
I did this to myself, and now I’m heartbroken.
Because I didn’t see myself falling in love with him.
But I did.
* * *
I drag myself out of my sadness by texting Debbie.
My little sister has been on my mind since I saw Macey and Riley teasing each other behind the bar in Darcy, Texas.
I miss having a close relationship with my sister. I never heard back from her about my trip to New Orleans to meet my birth mother, and it crosses my mind that maybe she’s having a hard time breaking things off with Hal.
I send her a text.
How are you?
Great! Hal and I are going on vacay next week. To Cabo!
A vacation when she just asked for money? Something doesn’t add up.
Is Hal treating you?
Yes! Daddy gave me some money for Hal. After using what he needed, he had a little left over so he bought us plane tickets to Mexico. He’s always wanted to go, and he’s been so stressed out. He needs to relax.
Reason number a hundred and one why I can’t lend my sister money.
What about his wife?
She doesn’t know about the trip. She’d lose it if she knew.
I text her back with some small talk until she has to go let Hal into her apartment.
I say good night.
