Alex scoffs. “I have four bedrooms, kid. Pick one.”
Mack shoots me a raised eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. I make my way down the hall into a room, crashing on the bed, which feels too good at this point. I’m tired, sore, and just over this fucking day.
Mack and my brother stand in the doorway.
“Everything okay?” Mack asks, his voice strangely concerned. Like he actually gives a shit.
I sit up, my hands in my lap and then I see it. The gold catches the light.
My wedding band.
I don’t think twice about removing it. It doesn’t mean anything. It never did, apparently.
“Uh, Alex,” I start, not able to look at either of them.
“Yeah?” My brother’s voice is laced with concern, too. I’m sure my showing up here is pretty concerning, to say the least.
“You think…” I set my ring down on the end table, running a hand through my hair. “Your lawyer…” The words are jumbled in my throat, not coming out in the proper order, and they make me feel shaky.
“What about my lawyer?” he asks.
“Do you think I could get his number?”
Alex pushes off the door frame and limps over to me. He really needs to be better about wearing his brace…
“Yeah, sure, but uh, what do you need it for? You’re not in trouble, are ya?”
The wave of sadness, guilt, and pain hit me all at once and it’s no use fighting it. A choked sob escapes my throat.
“I need divorce papers drawn up.”
Alex sits next to me as Mack curses.
“Okay. We’ll talk about it in the morning, kid.” He wraps his arm around me and I lose it.
I let my brother pull me close and I cry. Like a fucking baby, I cry.
But his arms aren’t the ones I want. Though they’ll do, I suppose. He hugs me, and it only makes me cry more.
I can’t have what I want now, because what I want is states away, and he hurt me too. But my entire being wants him still. Wants him to make this better.
Cameron always made things better.
“You should get some rest,” Mack says, strangely soft.
“Okay,” I say as Alex lets go of me. He struggles to get up and I stand to help him, but Mack’s there in a flash.
Neither of them say anything as they leave the room.
I curl my legs up and lay on top of the covers, not bothering to change. And as I drift to sleep, I reach across the empty space for him, even though I know he’s not here.
But in my dreams he will be, and that will have to be enough.
For now.
Chapter Forty-Six
Cameron
