“I guess we can count our blessings,” I replied.
He chuckled.
“Okay, thanks for looking into it,” I said, my tone flat.
He stopped chuckling, because he heard my tone, not that hecould miss it.
“You okay?”
No, I’m not!We’re on the phone when you should be herewith me and our son, so of course I’m not!I wanted to shout.
“Worried about Lena,” I kind of lied.
“That’s not it.”
When he said that, no clue why, but something broke in me.
“You know, Liam is pulling away from Tony.”
“He is?”
Oh my God.
Was I reading him correctly?
He sounded…happyabout that.
“That’s not a good thing, Darius,” I informed him.
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You sounded like it was.”
A beat then, “Right.You’re in a mood.Maybe we’ll talklater.”
“Easy for you to just hang up and not have to deal withanything real,” I snapped.
Silence, but he didn’t disconnect.
He got silence from me too, mostly because Iwasina mood, and if I spoke, I was afraid of what I’d say.
Darius broke the silence.“Talk to me.”
“About what?”
“About what’s bothering you.”
“How much time you got?”
“All the time you need.”
I closed my eyes, clenched my fist, and dropped my headback, because…why?
Why, why,whydid he have to be so good when I wasso damned mad at him.
Why did he go out and discover Kenneth was a douche, puttingthat effort in, and he didn’t play hoops with his son?
“Baby?”he called.
