Then she sighs. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”
Her words are more brutal than I expected.
She continues quietly, “The reason everyone is focused on the lie is because… everyone makes mistakes. You were hurt. You were drunk. I get that. He probably gets that too.”
I nod weakly.
“But eleven months, Jess.”
Her voice softens, but there’s no kindness in it.
“You had eleven months to come clean. You weren’t drunk then. You had time to think, to decide, to be honest.”
She leans back against the couch.
“And you chose not to. So now, he’s making a choice too.”
I stare at her, my throat tight.
“And you might not like what he chooses.”
Logan
The knock on the door catches me off guard.
I wasn’t expecting anyone. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to still be sitting on the couch at four in the afternoon, staring at the wall like a damn idiot.
Jess has been gone all day.
No texts. No calls. Nothing.
Just silence.
I drag myself up and open the door.
“Hey,” Darren says, rolling in without waiting for an invitation.
“Hey,” I answer. “Why aren’t you at work?”
He gives me a look. “Dad called.”
Of course he did.
I step aside so he can get through the doorway easier. He wheels into the living room and stops in front of the couch, eyeing me.
“You look like hell,” he says.
“Thanks.”
He shrugs. “It’s my job as your little brother to be honest.”
I let my head fall back against the cushion. “I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
He waits.
I don’t say anything.
