Chills already rise on my arms when I glance down at the first photo. “What the fuck?”
“Now you believe me?”
“Start from the beginning,” I say. “I want to know every single goddamn thing you know.”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Willow
Five years ago
“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” I say, my hands in my hair. “Austin?”
“All you seem to do is yell at me, so what’s the point?”
“I’m not yelling at you!” I yell.
He gives me a pointed look. “Wills, your job is turnin’ you into a crazy person.”
I place my hands on my hips. “Oh, so now I’m crazy?”
“No, I said, your job is makin’ you crazy.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Do you even want to be in this marriage anymore?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Well, do you?”
“Honey, I love you more than anything in this world?—”
“But?” I snark. “I know you have an excuse all lined up.”
He shakes his head. “Willow, we both know we can’t do this anymore. You have a job offer, and you need to take it.”
“I want to be with you.”
“I know you do, but this is your dream. Us? I don’t know anymore.”
I stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t say it.”
“You need to spread your wings and fly, baby,” he says. “If that includes me, then I want to work on our marriage, but I don’t know that I’m convinced you do.”
“So now it’s my fault?”
“Did you hear me say those words?” He flings back.
I know I’m irritating and getting angrier by the second. Maybe I haven’t been around lately as much, but that’s no reason to just bail.
“You want out, say it,” I say.
“I don’t, but we both know I can’t do anythin’ right in your eyes.”
