I set the phone down and pick it back up several times. I’m an adult acting like a teenager waiting for a boy to call.
I survived my dad. I’ve handled worse. So why does it seem to be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me?
Because it is. I was finding my place with Parker, having a real relationship.
But this isn’t something I can control. This is him choosing whether I’m worth sticking around for.
My phone rings and Parker’s name flashes on the screen.
Parker: I’m not ready.
That’s it. No anger or softness, just distance.
I stare at the words until they blur, then leave a message for Jenna to schedule someone in Parker’s place.
Then I lock my phone and set it face down with nothing left to say.
TUESDAY
Jenna pounces on me as soon as I walk in. “You look like hell.”
“Good morning to you too.”
She doesn’t smile. “I called you twenty-eight times.” She shows me her outgoing call log. “What happened?”
I toy with the idea to tell her about how my life exploded, but I end up giving her a short version, not every detail but enough. About my past. About Parker.
Her expression shifts from curiosity to shock in seconds.
“Anna…”
“I know. I know,” I cut in, rubbing my temples. “You don’t have to say it.”
She reaches for my hand. “I’m not judging you.”
“You should.” I let out a hollow laugh.
“You were a child without the knowledge you have now. You did the best you could.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
There’s a certainty in her voice that almost breaks me again.
Because I didn’t do anything to help them.
I ran.
WEDNESDAY
Noelle’s name blinks on my phone. I stare at it then let the call fall, but does she let it go? No. I’m sure Parker confided in her and she knows everything that’s happened. In all likelihood, his entire family knows of my dark past and bad judgment. They probably had Sunday dinner at Mr. O’Ryan’s house where my dirty laundry was aired.
I think about it and realize that’s not fair. They’ve been nothing but kind to me.
She texts.
Noelle: Margarita night. You in?
