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The tears spill over, running down my cheeks in hot tracks. I press my hand over my mouth, trying to contain the sob building in my chest.

God, I was such an idiot.

I push back from the table, suddenly unable to sit still, and start pacing around my apartment. Energy courses through me—urgent and hopeful.

I was so convinced I knew how this story would go. So certain that being with Grant meant sacrificing my independence. That his money and his power would inevitably swallow my dreams.

But I was wrong.

The realization crystallizes into something sharp and urgent. I need to see him. Need to tell him that I understand now. That I was wrong about so many things.

That I love him.

I grab my phone, my heart hammering. I type fast, before I can overthink it.

Me:Thank you. For Athena. For understanding what I needed.

I hit send and watch the message deliver.

Then I wait.

Seconds tick by. No response. No typing indicator.

Maybe he's in a meeting. Maybe he's finally decided I'm too much work. Maybe?—

My phone buzzes.

Grant:You got the email.

Me:I did.

Grant:They're the real deal, Emma. If anyone can see what you've built, it's Chelsea Harrington.

Me:You didn't have to do this. After everything I said.

After I accused him of trying to control me. After I threw his love back in his face because I was too scared to accept it.

Grant:I wanted to. Not to fix your problem. To give you the chance to fix it yourself. That's what you needed, right?

Fresh tears spill down my cheeks.

Me:Can I come see you?

The typing indicator appears immediately. Disappears. Appears again.

Grant:Are you sure?

Me:I'm sure. I need to see you. To talk. Is now okay?

A longer pause this time. Long enough that anxiety starts creeping in. What if I pushed him away one too many times and he's finally decided to protect himself?

Then:Grant:I'm working from home today. I'll be here whenever you're ready.

Relief floods through me, so intense it's almost painful.

Me:I'm on my way.

This is it. The moment where I either prove I've learned something, or I let fear win again.