“Ok. I really thought you did…”
I scoff out a sarcastic laugh. “Glad we cleared that up.”
“Kenz—”
“No. This has been incredibly helpful. Honestly, Trey, I can’t believe we made it as long as we did. You didn’t love me; you just didn’t want anyone else to have me. I will have all communication from now on through my lawyer. Thank you for the closure.” Not one ounce of emotion shows on his face. The stoic look is confirmation he’s done with the conversation as well.
I grab my purse and stand, a little too quickly, my vision going dark for a second before things click back into place. Without looking back, I walk out with my head held high. Rain pours down and I run to my car, sliding into the seat and starting it. I turn the heat on full blast, the warm air feels heavenly against my soaked skin.
For the first time in eight years, I feel completely free. The weight I didn’t know I carried for so long has been lifted and my mind is clear. I look at my phone, planning to call Jordan, but it’s dead and I don’thave a charger. A plan forms in my mind and I smile, turning the radio on and buckling my seat belt.
I know where I belong.
I put the car in drive, heading out on the roads, I know where I’m going.
Home.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
JORDAN
Idon’t know what’s darker, the black sky currently pouring rain outside my apartment windows, or the storm that’s brewing inside me.
I look at my phone to see if she’s responded and once again find nothing.
Mack
I’m here and he’s late.
Of course. You’re strong and I know you can have this hard conversation. I’m here regardless.
Thank you, J.
Let me know when you’re done and headed home. It looks like it’s going to rain here.
I will.
Hey, it’s been a couple hours and I wanted to checkon you.
Let me know you’re okay.
Mack, I’m getting worried…
I call again and it goes straight to voicemail. I only leave one—not trying to be a complete stalker.
Maybe she turned it off to focus.
Maybe she wanted it off for privacy?
Is she still with him?
That last question sends my stomach into a churning mess. Despite all her words, I have learned that I can never count Trey out. He’s been able to sweet-talk her back into his arms so many times.
I can’t sit here anymore and listen to the thoughts screaming in my head. I quickly go into my room, change into a black pair of basketball shorts and grab an old CTU cut-off t-shirt. I lace my shoes, ready to head a few floors down and sweat all this stress out.
I open my front door and stop dead in my tracks.
