I drag out a chair and sit down across from her because my legs don’t feel steady anymore.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with that?” I ask quietly. “Tell me. Tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
She watches me like I’m made of glass.
“And don’t say therapy,” I add quickly, frustration sparking again. “I’m tired of sitting in rooms talking in circles while nothing actually changes.”
Even as the words leave me, I know they sound defensive.
But I’m exhausted.
Exhausted of loving her.
Exhausted of being angry.
Exhausted of this limbo that won’t break one way or the other.
Chapter Nineteen
Logan
Jess just stares at me after that.
Neither of us knowing what to do. What to say.
Her mouth opens like she’s about to respond, but whatever was there dies before it makes it out. She swallows it instead.
I stay quiet, watching her struggle.
Then, softly, she says, her voice barely audible. “I’ll move out. I’m the one who messed up,” she whispers. “I should be the one to leave.”
Before I can answer, the house phone rings.
We both look at it.
It never rings. The only reason we still have it is because it’s tied to the Wi-Fi and neither of us wanted to deal with removing it.
It rings again.
I grab it before it stops. “Hello?”
“Where the fuck have you been?” someone yells.
I pull the phone from my ear and glance at the ID before bringing it back. “Darren?”
“Yes!” he shouts. “I’ve called you and Jess a thousand times!”
I check my pockets instinctively.
My phone isn’t there.
Jess is looking around for hers too. I mouthoutside, remembering she dropped her purse when I pulled her into the house earlier.
I vaguely remember tossing mine onto the sofa when things got heated.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask.
“Simone’s water broke.”
