“I've spent every FUCKING day since it happened beating myself up about it. EVERY fucking day regretting it. You don't think that I've been living in hell since I did that to you? But no matterwhatI do, no matterwhatI say, I cannot take it back. I cannot UN-fuck Sarah,” he finishes, shaking his head slowly.
“Maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe we're not right for each other,” he says softer, looking away from me.
“That's what you're going with?” I ask him, my eyes narrowed.
He shrugs defeatedly.
“Do you think we would have lasted long-term even if Sarah wasn't in the equation?” he asks.
“Bro, if you really were not that happy with me, there were better ways that you could have gotten out of the relationship rather than to hurt me the way you did,” I yell, because everything that he says is utter bullshit, and somehow it feels as though he's skirting taking accountability.
Sure, he takes some of it, but now he's chalking it up to having been a reason, as if he had no willpower of his own to not fuck his co-worker.
As if to put a punctuation and a conclusion point on our argument, there's a ping.
It's from Lincoln's phone.
Staring at the screen, his eyes light up.
“Morris's GPS tag is back online. It says he's back at the house,” Lincoln says, looking over at me.
Contrary to the anger I just felt moments ago, my heart feels relieved.
Putting the car in drive, Lincoln takes off to head back to the house.
When we reach the house, Morris is waiting on the lawn in the nearby bushes, just lying down there like a sphinx, as if nothing happened.
The moment he sees us pull up, he meows, happily trotting up toward Lincoln, who picks him up and hugs him.
“Hey buddy, you scared theshitout of me,” he says in a much happier tone than he had used for me.
“Morris, baby kitty,” I say, walking up to the both of them as Lincoln holds the cat in his arms.
We both give him a kiss on either side of his face as he meows.
“Somebody'shungry,” I say in a high voice.
When we get inside the house, we give him food.
After everything settles, and we make sure that he doesn't have any injuries, wipe him down with some wet wipes, and brushhim and just give him a lot of love to make sure that he's safe and happy, everything feels normal again.
“Lincoln? I'm sorry again. I'm sorry that you had to go through this, but I'm glad that he's safe. I told you he'd be.”
Lincoln nods, some of his fury having washed away, but his guard remaining.
He then retreats to his room with his cat and locks himself in it.
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Chapter 48
Lincoln's POV
I lie down on the bed with Morris on my belly.
“It's good to have you back,” I say, smiling, not feeling any joy whatsoever outside of my cat being safe.
Looking at my thumb, my mind is back in the car with Gabby astride me.
