Текст книги "The Good Father"

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A CABIN IN the woods, with private lagoon access, a dock, pontoon and speed boats and a fire pit in a huge backyard, had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Private enough that if Chloe and Jeff had it out, there wouldn’t be outside witnesses, and yet with enough to do to keep them all occupied for the one day and two nights they’d be spending together.

Because the soonest they could all get together was on a Friday night, and to give Chloe and Jeff an entire day together without long drives eating into that time, Brett had agreed to the two nights. The night of the arrival, Saturday together with the birthday dinner that evening, followed by a quick departure on Sunday morning. The itinerary wasn’t ideal, but Jeff was happy and everyone else was satisfied.

They’d arrived, Brett and Jeff in his car, Chloe and Cody with Ella in hers, at almost the same time.

The place had come stocked with linens and kitchen essentials. They’d had to bring the rest.

He and Jeff had been in charge of beverages.

Ella and Chloe had been in charge of food.

The guys took one room, with Cody sleeping with Jeff to give his father time with him. The girls took the other.

And it all could have worked out just fine if Jeff and Chloe had actually needed Ella and Brett there.

As it was, the couple spent all day Saturday together, with their son, talking, laughing, going from speed boat to pontoon to playing croquet on the lawn, while Ella and Brett tagged along, trying to stay out of each other’s way.

He and Ella had barely spoken, which was good and bad. It was good...great...that he wasn’t engaging with her.

But bad that it left him far too much time to notice how those curves of hers hadn’t changed in four years’ time, nor had her penchant for bikinis.

She filled out the black one she was wearing far too well, which soured his mood. The only good thing about the string-and-Lycra contraption was that there were no other men around to see her in it.

Except Jeff. Who didn’t notice anyone but Chloe in her colorful one-piece suit. And didn’t matter anyway since he was Ella’s brother.

“What’s got you so boned up?”

Brett took the beer that Jeff slid along the deck railing to him Saturday evening as his friend posed his question. He hadn’t heard the other man come out of the cabin. Now that the sun was down, there was a definite chill in the air.

The women were inside bathing Cody and getting ready to put him down for the night while Jeff did the dishes. Brett had been on grill duty all weekend and had been excused from cleanup.

Once the baby was down, they were going to play cards.

A nice, intimate family holiday. The things memories were made of.

He wasn’t there to make memories.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, which was partially to blame for his cantankerous mood.

“What’s to worry about?” Jeff sounded like the happy-go-lucky guy he’d been in college again. “We’re going to beat the girls at cards and call it a night.”

“And you’re going to be okay leaving Chloe tomorrow? And then leaving her completely alone?”

Because he was damn sure that the couple hadn’t had a single conversation about their situation in the time they’d been there. Nothing had been resolved. While the couple had had moments alone, Brett and Ella had been close enough to have noticed if there’d been any lengthy discussion.

“I wanted to talk to you about that,” Jeff said now, taking a long gulp of his own beer. It was the first one he’d seen him with all day.

Brett was on his second.

And still had the night to get through.

“You can’t be thinking about reneging on the deal, Jeff,” he said, his shoulders heavy with dread. He could just hear the spin Ella would put on that.

Unless Chloe was agreeable to moving home.

And Ella would be fine with it—realizing that the problem had been Chloe’s, not Jeff’s...

“No, if Chloe needs to leave tomorrow and have her time apart from me, she can have it. Truthfully, if she needs that time, I need her to have it,” the other man said, and Brett relaxed. “I want her healthy for her sake, but for mine and Cody’s, too. We can’t constantly be living in fear that she’ll need to take off again.”

“I agree.”

“I’m just glad that Ella’s sweet enough to go pick her up from wherever she’s staying and bring her here for these two nights. It’s been great. And whatever this blip is, at least we’ll have good memories of Cody’s second birthday, rather than a yearly reminder that things weren’t so good.”

They’d had birthday cake and presents at dinner. Brett had spent the event behind a camera lens.

“So what did you want to talk about?” The girls would be out soon.

And he’d have to sit at the table with Ella. Interacting, even if just as competitors in a game.

“I want to spend the night with my wife.”

Good thing Brett hadn’t been holding his beer. Chances were it would’ve spilled all over him.

“I can’t ask Ella to ask Chloe to spend the night with you, man.” The regret in Brett’s voice was real. “I feel your pain—” and then some “—but there’s no way.”

“You don’t have to ask.” Jeff was grinning. Not sharing Brett’s pain. “I already did.”

“You asked Ella to ask Chloe?” And she’d agreed to ask?

Because Ella never said no to her older brother? Because he so seldom asked for anything?

Did that mean that Ella wasn’t opposed to spending the night with him? Because the only other alternative would be for one of them to sleep on the couch.

His blood started to race. And he hadn’t drunk enough beer to blame it on the alcohol.

“No,” Jeff said, dousing Brett’s flames before they’d fully ignited. And then he continued. “I talked to Chloe. She agreed.”

He was on fire. An inferno. Burning out of control.

“I just want you to smooth the way with Ella. Chloe’s afraid of upsetting my sister and...”

Brett was trapped.

“Just like that she wants to sleep with you?”

“We’re husband and wife, man. I don’t have to spell things out for you, do I? It’s not like either of us can get any on the side while we work through our problems.”

He supposed not. But...

“You talked to her about having sex, but not about the issues between you?” Brett took a sip of beer wondering how Jeff and Chloe had pulled that off. And when? They’d been chaperoned the entire weekend.

“Yeah, we—”

“And when did you do this, by the way?” He couldn’t tell a guy he wasn’t allowed to sleep with his wife.

But he absolutely could not spend the night with Ella. No way.

Hell would have to freeze over, and that definitely wasn’t happening. The heat surging through him was proof enough of that one.

“In the boat. When Cody was on Ella’s lap and you were driving.”

The speed boat. Cody had wanted to help him drive, and Ella had sat in the passenger seat with the toddler on her lap hollering with glee the entire time. They’d had all of ten minutes to converse out of earshot of their chaperones.

“So you had a few minutes, and you chose to use them to get in her pants rather than to figure out what was going on between you two.”

He’d have done the same. But he wasn’t any less pissed because of it.

“I want in her pants so that I can get her to tell me what’s going on.” Jeff leaned in to speak softly. “You know how women are. They trust you more, open up more, after you make love.”

Brett nodded. But didn’t want to think about what he knew about women after making love. Because that led to thoughts of making love with Ella.

“Besides, I think I know what this is about,” Jeff said, his congenial self.

If the guy didn’t wipe that grin off his face, Brett might have to go inside. Or better yet, take a walk. A long one. That lasted all night.

Maybe he should just get in his car and go.

Except that he knew his ex-wife well enough to know that she’d pull the plug on the weekend if he did. She wasn’t going to leave Chloe alone with Jeff where things could turn bad. Not without Brett there to help her defuse the situation. Or to call the cops while she saved Cody from harm.

And chances were Chloe wouldn’t agree to stay, either, if Brett bailed.

“You really think one night in bed with her and you’ll have figured out what’s going on with her?”

“I’m fairly confident that’ll be the case. I know my wife, Brett.”

“What do you think it is, then? Her depression?” He’d do what it took to help them.

Jeff knew that.

“Because, you know, I’ve been thinking,” Brett continued on as though if he kept talking, he wouldn’t have time to think about the night ahead. Him on the couch and Ella alone in the next room.

With a toddler sleeping in a porta-crib close by.

“You’ve been thinking...” Jeff held the same beer he’d had when he’d come out. It was still mostly full.

“Yeah, I’m wondering if the problem is that Chloe needs to go back to work. She’s extra sensitive right now, we know that. So maybe, without even realizing it, she’s a bit jealous that you’re out working every day while she’s at home. There’s no question that the work she’s doing is valuable, but she’s not getting outside validation from those who don’t love her. Maybe she sees her chances of having her own restaurant sliding further away.” He was on a roll. And was experiencing the first couple minutes that hadn’t been uncomfortable in the last several hours. “Ella was talking about how happy Chloe seems to be, working...”

“Chloe’s working?” Jeff’s smile turned into an immediate frown.

And Brett caught himself.

“Just volunteering. In a kitchen for people down on their luck.” He quickly improvised while sticking with a semblance of the truth.

“She’s in LA, isn’t she? With those college friends of hers. Her sorority sisters. I had a feeling that’s where she’d gone...” Jeff was smiling again. Apparently approving of the sisters.

Brett couldn’t answer the question.

Jeff didn’t seem to take offense as he continued. “Anyway, no, I mean, maybe that’s part of it and I’ll certainly take it up with her, but I still think she’s struggling with some kind of emotional phase. And now I’m pretty certain that there’s something else going on, too. At least from what she hinted at today.”

“What did she hint at?”

“I just have this hunch that Chloe is trying to get you and Ella back together.”

For the first time since Ella had contacted him, Brett had doubts where Jeff was concerned.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. It’s crazy, I know, but think about it. She adores you both. Ella especially. And, I hate to say it, but you have no idea how close my sister came to breaking down completely after you left. Maybe if she hadn’t lost the baby, too, I don’t know...” Jeff finally took a drink of his beer. A long one. “And really, it’s water under the bridge. Don’t get me wrong. Chloe clearly wanted to get my attention. What I said that last night, about her burdening me with her crap—” The other man stopped. Swallowed. “It was unforgivable. I’ll never forget the look in her eyes...”

Brett would have liked to save Jeff from himself, but this time, he couldn’t. So he did what guys did in situations like these and sipped his beer instead.

“I’m just wondering now, though, if this time with her sorority sisters—I’m pretty sure that’s where she’s staying because it’s something she’s been talking about doing for months—has given her another goal, too.”

“Another goal.” He watched his friend, seriously contemplating the idea that Jeff was hiding from his own truth. The man was facing the fact that his wife would be leaving him again in the morning and he was smiling.

Jeff nodded.

“What goal would that be?” Brett was almost afraid to ask.

“Keeping you and Ella in the same room long enough for you to figure out how much you love and need Ella.”

“That’s ludicrous...”

“No, think about it. She goes to to LA but calls Ella to let her know where she is. Ella then calls you, you come see me and suddenly she sees her family whole again...”

Brett knew that Chloe wasn’t in LA. But the sorority sister part wasn’t really necessary to the plan Jeff was laying out...

“She gets to teach me the lesson I most definitely needed to learn. Has some time to come to grips with her own emotions and, in the midst of all that, sees that she can help you and Ella, too...”

Brett shook his head, came up with nothing to say and took another sip of his beer.

“Ella’s getting older,” Jeff said now, completely serious. “And as much as she’s made to be a mother, her biological clock’s ticking away. With everything she has to go through to conceive, Chloe says Ella’s adamant about never trying to have a baby again.”

That he hadn’t known. The part about never trying again. The knowledge was like another nail on the coffin that held his marriage. Had he made the fertility treatments and eventual pregnancy so hard on her, with his coldness and his inability to celebrate the eventual pregnancy, that she couldn’t face the thought of going through it all again?

“Anyway, she’s not even dating, and Chloe’s certain that she never will because Ella’s heart isn’t hers to give away. It’s yours.”

No. That just wasn’t true.

Wasn’t? Or he didn’t want it to be?

He could control his own emotions. His own heart.

He couldn’t control hers.

Still... “Chloe has seen me and Ella. She knows there’s no chance of us getting back together,” he said.

“It’s far-fetched, I agree. But I know for certain that she staged that time with the two of you in the boat with Cody. I was heading up front to watch Cody and she pulled me back. Wanted me to give you two time alone with him.”

Chloe really thought she could get him and Ella back together?

The whole idea was preposterous.

And Jeff was completely side-stepping the fact that his wife was flinging accusations—serious allegations—around that could put him in a certainly uncomfortable and possibly life-damaging situation.

A memory of the report he’d relayed to Ella sprang to mind, the one pertaining to a fifteen-year-old sister accusing her older brother...

Sometimes people were emotionally confused. Not thinking clearly.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Jeff said. “I think Chloe left for the exact reasons she says she did. I was angry and acted out of turn. With everything else she’s obviously going through, it was too much for her. But then you and Ella came to the rescue and maybe she’s seen an added benefit to our time apart.”

Good God, could Jeff be right? Or was he really in denial as Ella thought? And so far gone that he’d concoct a seemingly positive reason for his wife’s continued absence.

Unless...could it be the way Jeff thought? That Chloe was struggling, but could also see an upside to her time with Ella?

Was she trying to help Ella while she helped herself?

Did Ella know?

She couldn’t possibly know.

She didn’t want him.

She’d made that quite clear.

He’d made certain she wouldn’t.

She’d hardly looked at or spoken to him all day.

“So, will you talk to my sister and get her off Chloe’s back so I can have a night with my wife? I swear, I’ll do all I can to get the truth out of her and hand it to you on a plate for breakfast.”

“I don’t expect you to make me breakfast,” Brett said, his mind reeling. “But yes, because I owe you and want your family home with you and happy, I’ll talk to Ella.”

After all, he was a man experienced at digging his own grave.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ELLA COULDN’T SLEEP. She’d never slept in a room with a little one and, although she needed to toss and turn because she couldn’t get comfortable, she lay stiffly, afraid of waking Cody.

She couldn’t leave the room because Brett was right outside her door, sleeping on the couch in the living room. The only other room in the cabin, other than a bathroom and the bedroom currently occupied by her brother and sister-in-law.

And God, she hoped Chloe wasn’t making a mistake. Would she, after spending a night in her husband’s arms, be strong enough to leave him in the morning?

Chloe had said that, on the contrary, it would be easier to leave him if she had that bonding to hold on to. If they could share some kind of personal closeness in the midst of the turmoil.

She’d also said that she hoped sleeping with her would remind Jeff how valuable their relationship was to both of them, how much they loved each other and maybe spur him to seek help more quickly. She’d thought lovemaking would bring him to his senses.

And if nothing else, she would be gaining his full cooperation on a complete separation. No more phone calls.

Neck tight and body rigid, Ella felt the beginnings of a migraine and knew she had to get up. A sliding glass door led out to the back deck.

Moving stealthily, she pulled on a pair of thick socks, exchanged her pajamas for the jeans and sweater she’d worn that night, grabbed her sweater coat to ward off the fall chill and slowly and carefully lowered the latch to the door. The baby stirred when she slid open the door, and she froze. He settled and she slipped outside, shivering, and quickly got into her sweater, wrapping it around her and securing it tightly at her waist.

They were in the crazy time of year when days reached the high seventies but nights could drop to the forties.

The deck had been built a story above ground and was gated at the top of the steps leading up to it, hopefully precluding any wildlife from sharing the space with her.

It was dark, the moon almost completely hidden by the trees, but she knew her way around enough to find the padded lounge furniture and settle into a chair. Cool air chilled her face and fingers, the only exposed parts of her, but not enough to drive her back inside.

“Disclaimer. I’m here.”

Ella turned with a jerk toward the whispered sound. Brett was upright in a chair angled away but not two feet from her.

Her heart pounded out of fear, shock at finding herself not alone, and continued to pound even after the shock wore off. Brett had a way of eliciting that reaction from her.

“I’ll go back in,” she said, arms wrapped around herself as she started to rise.

“Don’t go on my account,” he told her. Still fully dressed, he lifted a beer to his lips. The same one he’d nursed during the game of cards they’d played before Jeff and Chloe ran off to have sex?

Or was he breaking his self-imposed limit? Not that three beers would even put a man his size over the legal limit, but Brett didn’t break his self-imposed limitations.

Not ever. She’d noticed that the couple times they’d had wine he’d stuck to his two-glass limit.

And why was he sitting alone in the dark?

None of her business. Or concern.

She should just leave him to it.

But she couldn’t do it. That had always been part of their problem. Her need to share his life with him.

“Would you be interested in taking a walk down to the boat?” he asked. “I left a small cooler of bottled water down there, and I’d like a chance to speak with you,” he continued as though they met like this every night.

She couldn’t say no to that request, either. So she got up and walked silently with him down the yard to the dock and even took his hand to steady herself as she stepped onto the pontoon boat that was swaying on the water.

The lagoon was dark, occupied only by docks from other summer residences. But because it was fed from the ocean, it was alive and even sometimes rocky as waves came into shore.

The boat had a couple of seating areas. Couches and chairs. She went to the back, where she was somewhat sheltered from the night air by a canvas half wall, and dropped into a chair.

After grabbing the small cooler at the front of the boat and bringing it back with him, Brett took the chair across from her, still with his beer in hand.

Silently he offered her one. Jeff had stocked the on-board refrigerator earlier in the day.

She shook her head.

“What’s up?” He’d been right to lead them away from the house. At least out here they wouldn’t have to worry about waking anyone. Or being overheard.

“I think after this weekend it’s pretty clear that the problem isn’t Jeff.”

Ella stared out in the direction of the ocean, watching for lights from ships to pass by their alcove. “How so?” she asked, carefully assessing. Carefully guarding.

Herself. Her heart. Her future. Chloe. She didn’t know what.

“I know the signs of abuse, El, and he doesn’t show any of them. He’s not controlling of Chloe—quite the opposite, really. He allows her to call the shots. He caters to her now as he always did.”

She’d noticed. And noticed, too, that she was alone, on a boat on the ocean, with the man she still loved.

“There’s no change that I can see in either of them,” Brett continued. “Personality-wise, or in their relationship, other than a certain emotional distance Chloe keeps from him. Timidity, maybe.”

Clearly he’d given the situation a lot of thought. He’d been sitting in the dark alone, with a houseful of people in bed behind him.

So Brett.

So heartbreaking.

“That’s a sign of abuse,” she had to point out.

“Not by itself, it’s not. It’s a sign that she’s struggling. Jeff doesn’t overdrink. He’s not short-tempered. Hasn’t shown anger once in this whole situation. At least not that I’ve witnessed, and certainly not even a hint of tension since we’ve been here.”

“We’re on vacation, Brett. Time out of time. There’s no responsibility. Nothing to stress about.” Other than the situation itself. One divorced couple and another one, estranged, sharing a cabin.

It was soap-opera fodder for sure.

But they’d all done great. As Brett had said, it had been a wonderful weekend. If she didn’t count the tension building inside her. She was tight enough that she could snap with the smallest provocation. A sensation she hadn’t experienced in ages—but one that had been her constant companion for the first year after Brett turned his back on her.

She’d thought she’d left that part of her behind. That she’d recovered from it. From him.

Brett tipped his bottle to his lips. Maybe he felt some of the tension, too.

“He’s a great dad. Patient. But firm, too. Cody was clearly happy to see him. I think back to vacations with my dad and, even when we were having fun, there was always this underlying sense of being on a tightrope that could snap at any moment.” Brett was definitely focused on Jeff and Chloe.

While Ella sat there filling up her senses with him.

He was right, though. Cody had shown no signs of being afraid of his father. Or even hesitant around him. To the contrary, he’d begged to ride on his daddy’s shoulders. “Up! Up!” he’d cried again and again since they’d been here. Whether they were walking down to the dock at the bottom of the yard or just to the bathroom for a bath, Cody had wanted Jeff to carry him.

But Ella had another memory, too. One she’d forgotten about until that afternoon. The boat rocked and she held on, riding the small swell. “I was at their house about six months ago. Jeff had asked Cody if he wanted up, and Cody ran behind his mother and hid. I just thought it was because he was going through a phase where he was afraid of heights, but I asked Chloe about it this afternoon.”

“What’d she say?”

“That Jeff had grabbed Cody by the arm the day before and shook him once, asking him couldn’t he just leave him alone for a damned minute, when Cody had asked to be picked up. Jeff had just come home from work, and Cody had run to greet him.”

“We all get impatient. Most particularly after a hard day at work. And clearly it’s not something that Cody remembers.”

“According to Chloe, Jeff shook him so hard, he cried.”

“Did he leave a bruise?” The question sounded more informational than doubtful.

“Chloe said no.” But she’d looked away when she’d said so. And Ella had sworn she’d seen guilt in the other woman’s eyes. But then Jeff had called to her to get the life vests so they could go out on the boat, and the moment had been lost.

“I’m worried, Brett,” she said now. “I think Chloe’s in denial, too. That maybe things are worse than she let on.”

Brett shook his head. “Sometimes you worry too much, El.” He spoke with a strange hint of affection in his voice. A familiar tone that sent a tingling through her. “I’m telling you, I know the signs. I lived with them for too many years to miss one.”

“And Jeff knows them, too. Through you. He also knows to be on his best behavior with you because of that.”

“Jeff is a good man.”

“So are you. And you’re the last person he’d want to disappoint.”

He sipped his beer.

There might have been bugs out, if they’d been there a month or so earlier. And there were still no lights out on the ocean. She needed them there. Needed something to look at besides him.

Because out on the water, alone with Brett, all she wanted was to crawl on his lap, have him wrap his arms around her, grab her sides with fingers that could work magic on her body and never let go.

But of course he would let go.

And she’d fall.

“If Jeff was struggling with anger issues, he’d do something about it. Like me.”

Ella froze. Not because of the chill in the air, but from the inside out. Like him? The words were so random she couldn’t help but stare at his silhouette in the darkness.

“What do you mean, like you...and struggling with anger issues? You didn’t even act out in anger, Brett. Not ever. Heck, you never even raised your voice. You were afraid you’d be like your dad, sure, but you never were, Brett. Not ever.”

While she could hardly believe her brother would hurt his wife or child, she knew, with every ounce of her being, that Brett could never be that man. He had a shut-off valve that would stand up to anything.

He sipped again. And she wondered, with guilt and a small bit of hope, too, if he’d had so much beer that his tongue would be loosened.

If maybe, this one time, Brett would open up to her about the residuals left behind by his father’s anger. To her knowledge only her brother and his mother had ever been that lucky.

“What do you think you did?” she asked. Because she knew damn well he’d never stepped out of line. Hell, for that matter, he’d never even stepped up to the line. There’d been a time, in one of her lowest moments, when she’d wished he had lashed out. At her. At the world. Even if it meant slamming his fist through a wall. At least then he’d be fully alive.

“I went to see a divorce attorney while my wife was pregnant with our child,” he said.

She was on a precipice. She couldn’t see. Didn’t know how she’d gotten there or where she was going. Holding on to the arms of the chair, she rode the water with the boat.

“Because you were struggling with anger issues?”

“Yes.”

Ella’s jaw dropped. Leaning forward she reached for his beer. Took a swig and handed it back.

History had a cruel way of reinventing itself. “No, Brett, you left because you didn’t want to be a father to the child I was carrying. And truth be told, you’d been leaving me slowly long before I got pregnant. I think it was because I wanted more than you could give me,” she said softly, but very clearly. Because one thing she’d learned over the years was that she had a right to be heard. “I needed you to be all in and the more I needed from you, the more emotionally distant you became.”

He didn’t say a word. And she knew she’d said too much. So she took another sip of his beer. It was still more than half-full.

“You used to tell me how you feared being like your father,” she said to the night air. Unable to look at him again. “But that was just fear talking. A result of having grown up in an abusive home. You told me so yourself. And I’ve done a lot of reading since then.”

She could smell him, though. That aftershave...she wished she’d never chosen it.

He reached down beside his chair, and she heard the refrigerator open and then shut, followed by the sound of a beer cap twisting.

“I wanted to share your daily ups and downs. You didn’t,” she told him, sorry if he didn’t like the truth, but intending to get it out anyway.

He’d started this.

She’d been prepared to go back inside, sleep on the couch he wasn’t using and leave him in the room with a sleeping toddler.

Their marriage was long over. What she’d once thought they’d had, if they’d had it, had been destroyed a long time before. Facts were facts. She’d learned to accept them. He couldn’t come along now, all these years later and suddenly try to rewrite the script.

“I believe in helping others,” she said now, taking the cold beer he’d retrieved and opened as he handed it to her. Finding a sad humor in the knowledge that he must not have wanted her to share his. “And I believe in asking for help when I need it. I think people being there for people is what life is all about.”

He didn’t respond for a third time. Déjà vu. As usual, she was talking to herself. But when, in the past, she’d have fallen silent in response, she didn’t this time. She wasn’t speaking for his benefit. She was speaking for her own.

“You’re just different,” she told him. “All those years of infertility treatments and you never once told me you didn’t want to be a father. Don’t you think that’s something I should have known? Instead, after I finally get pregnant, you go see a divorce attorney without even talking to me first. And look at The Lemonade Stand. You’re its founder, and no one there knows who you are. Because you can’t get that close. Can’t let anyone share the emotional parts of your life. Even your career... You don’t do charity work yourself—you check up on those that do to make sure they stay honest. It’s commendable work. Necessary work. You’re a great man, just one who’s chosen to live life from the sidelines.”

She’d figured it all out a couple years ago. Once she’d come through the haze of hurt and disbelief after her world had fallen apart.

But she was fine now. Or thought she was until she heard him say, “I’m not denying any of that.”

Somehow she managed to stay upright. To sit there without dropping the bottle of beer she held. Inside she crumbled.

She’d been right!

And only in the confirmation did she realize that she’d subconsciously been hoping that someday he’d tell her differently. That she’d spew her accusations and he’d dispel the hurtful assumptions and tell her...what?

“However,” he continued, “it’s important for you to know, in light of Jeff’s situation, that I tried to talk to you about my issues, but you refused to believe me.”