Because this shit show right here?
Thisfeelslike my fault.
Elle stirs and turns over. I watch her turning over on the long lounge seat across from me.
I never thought I could be this sad on a private jet, but here we are.
When she realized what was happening, she sprang into action, of course. Thank God.
Once I made up my mind about going home, she had the jet summoned.
She has a publicist now, and she’s offering their help, too, advising me what to do when I return—because I’m done running.
Running isn’t possible after you’ve had one leg gnawed by a wolf.
I just wish some of her solutions didn’t involve felony charges.
My days as a free woman are almost over after ImurderHarry Jay for ruining my life a second time around.
Realistically, I’ll weather it like I’ve handled everything else in life, riding out the storm and waiting for it to die down. But first, I need to give Brady an explanation.
He deserves to know why I ran off and left behind this steaming pile of scandal.
He needs to know I just wanted to protect him. Even if I’ve completely lost the plot.
If only he’d answer his phone ...
I scroll through every social platform we’ve ever connected on, seeing when he was last online. The fact that he’s not responding can’t mean anything good.
Honestly, I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to speak to me again.
Hell,Iwouldn’t want to speak to me either.
But I have to explain. I have to do whatever I can to set things right.
Elle stirs and blinks just as Seattle’s lights start gleaming below us through the clouds.
“How are you?”
I say nothing. My obvious pain shouldn’t tarnish her kindness.
“I can come with you,” she offers, but her face is tight, uncomfortable looking. God, I’m probably giving her another migraine, and that makes me feel worse.
I force a smile.
“It’s cool, Elle. It’s going to be busy, wasting away in lawyers’ offices and putting out fires. You’re better off at home with August.”
Her face softens at the sound of his name, but she frowns.
“He can deal with a little alone time if you need me.”
Of course I need her.
I need everyone in my corner I can get.
But I also need to handle this alone.
This is still my problem. My responsibility. My disaster.
