The cat has a good eye for people, probably why he chose Lincoln, because despite everything, Lincoln is a decent human being. Sarah clearly isn’t. How can this person who’s supposedly a great mind behind tech be so sociopathic? The insecurity rolling off her is so bizarre.
But anyway, I keep to myself, and when we all happen to be in the living room together, Sarah looks up.
“Don’t you have somewhere to go? Don’t you have a house or something? Or parents to stay with? Oh wait, never mind, I forgot,” Sarah starts to say.
Lincoln looks tired as he sits there on the couch, rolling his eyes.
“Sarah, shut the fuck up,” he yells at her.
Her eyes go wide, surprised, as if she forgot that Lincoln was a human being who could speak.
“Excuse me?” she asks him. “I’m sitting here taking care of you, you’re gonna—”
But he cuts her off quickly.
“I don’t know who this person is that you’ve become, but I didn’t take you for the piece of shit that would insult someone who lost a family member. I lost a family member too, you gonna insult me?” he asks, challenging her.
Sarah’s face softens. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t do that. It’s just that—”
Lincoln pinches the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb while closing his eyes and says, “You know what, thank you for taking care of me, but you can go.”
Sarah’s eyes widen slightly, almost as though she’s hurt.
A smile starts to bubble up in my stomach. I can’t help it. This is so freaking funny.
I turn my back so I can fix up the counters and stuff. But I can tell Sarah’s staring at me.
“Look, I’m sorry about being an asshole, but seriously, can you blame me after what your precious Gabrielle did to me? At the restaurant?”
Lincoln says nothing at first.
“You're seriously gonna take her side after what she did to you?” Sarah pushes.
And for the love of God, I want so badly to turn around and set the record straight, but I don’t need to.
“Sarah, you don’t really know much about our relationship. And granted, I take fault for that because—”
He hesitates. I don’t even have to look at him to know this is uncomfortable for him. But he continues anyway.
“I probably painted the wrong picture about my married life. There was a lot about Gabrielle that you didn’t know. And there was a lot that I did to hurt her.”
Sarah huffs. “Yes, I know you told me all of that, Lincoln, but you’re acting as though you’re the only person in the marriage that did the wrong thing,” she says.
“Regardless, it’s no longer any of your business. As a matter of fact, it was never your business. That was my mistake. And I’m asking you to please leave.”
I chance a look over my shoulder. Sarah is breathing hard.
“You still need to be taken care of, and I’m sorry I don’t trust you around her.”
Lincoln stands slowly. “I promise you I’m fine. Gabrielle and I have known each other for over a decade, and she’s taken very good care of me.”
“Clearly not enough, or else you wouldn’t have gone diving in my pussy, would you?!” Sarah yells out.
And that’s the last straw.
Licking my lips, I decide to leave and go to my room. Before I do, I catch the look on Lincoln’s face as he closes his eyes in embarrassment. Then I hear them, muffled arguments from the living room. Lincoln yelling.
This isn’t good for him. This isn’t healthy.
