“We hardly talked about you at all, not beyond him explaining briefly that the two of you were having trouble and he’s ready to file for divorce.” I can’t believe I’m explaining myself to her but as sick as it sounds, we’re in this secret together. Both of us have plenty to lose if it’s revealed.
“You’re lying. You’re trying to convince him to leave me and I won’t allow it, Andrew. You’re just as guilty in this situation between us as I am. I refuse to take the fall for it.” Her voice is low, full of ice-cold venom.
“His reasoning for leaving you has nothing to do with…us.” I choke the last word out. There was never anyuswith me and Adele. More like her dragging me under and me helpless to fight it. “It has to do with you screwing around with some golf pro.”
She sucks in a harsh breath.Guilty. “Is that what he told you?”
“I shouldn’t be having this conversation with you.” Damnit, why am I still talking to this bitch? “I’m hanging up now. Don’t bother calling me again.”
Before she can get another word out, I end the call, throwing the phone across the room so it hits the wall and bounces on the carpet with a satisfying thud.
But I’m still not satisfied. I’m mad. At myself for answering the damn call and listening to what she had to say. At Adele for contacting me when I explicitly told her I refused to talk to her ever again.
I broke my own rule, though, didn’t I? So how can I blame her when I’m just as guilty?
My phone dings from where it sits on the floor and I go pick it up, dreading to see if it’s a text from Adele.
But it’s not.
Are you out of class yet?
Despite my anger, I smile and answer Fable.
Yeah. What’s up?
Can you come get me?
I’m typing my answer when another text from her comes through.
I understand if you’re busy. I just…need to see you.
Worry crashes through me and I tell her to give me ten minutes.
She’s waiting for me at the foot of the stairwell that leads to her front door and I pull up beside her. She climbs into the truck and slams the door, staring straight ahead as if she can hardly look at me, and I’m quietly freaking out.
“Are you okay?” I slip the truck into park, my nerves doing somersaults in my stomach. She’s not acting right.
A sigh escapes her and she slowly shakes her head. “I got into a fight with my mom.”
“Just now?”
“A few hours ago.” She hangs her head, staring at her lap. “I said terrible things to her. What’s worse is I don’t regret it.”
“Hours ago? Fable, why didn’t you call me sooner?”
She shrugs. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
Holy shit. Does she not get it? I’d go to the ends of the earth for her after everything she’s done for me. For how selfless she is, how she always, always comes to my rescue…
Reaching out, I settle my hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. “I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”
Fable releases a shuddering breath and finally looks at me. Her skin is pale, her expression emotionless. “I’m used to doing things on my own, you know? I’ve never had anyone on my side. Not really.”
“Not Owen?”
“He doesn’t count since he’s just a kid.”
“Well, he definitely came rushing to your defense when he punched me yesterday,” I point out.
