We sit in silence until the food arrives. Taking it inside, we settle onto the couch to eat and watch the Troubadours play. They’re on a streak, but when Chase strikes out, I see the solemn look on his face and it’s like a knife to the heart.
“I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
“You sure did, but you’ll fix it.”
“I don’t know how.” Especially not with the mammogram looming over my head.
“You’ll figure it out.”
At least with him away for a couple more days, I have time to figure it out. I’ll get the scans and then we could talk on Thursday when he had a day off.
Pulling up our text thread, I read the last thing he sent me this morning.
CHASE
Thinking of you.
Hope you have a good day
Taking a page out of his book, I decide to send him a song. The lyrics will say it better than anything I may be able to voice.I’m still finding the words to explain it all to him in a way that makes sense.
ME
[link to “Afterglow” by Taylor Swift]
I’m sorry.
When my phone pings as I’m getting into bed, his response soothes me. He’s not giving up. Not on me and definitely not on us.
CHASE
I’m not going anywhere, Princess
ME
Can we talk when you get home?
CHASE
We could talk now.
ME
It’s late.
CHASE
Don’t care. This is more important.
You’re important, Bree.
ME
Think I need some more time to get my thoughts together.
Is that ok?
CHASE
