TheaI answer the phone, expecting to hear my best friend's voice on the other end.Instead, I hear Blake. “Hello.”I pull the phone away from my face and look at the caller ID and realize I should have checked before I answered. “What do you need?” I'm not really sure why he'd be calling me right now and hearing his voice makes my heart ache even more.“I was going to ask if there's any way you'll consider coming back.”His voice is low and deep, soothing and hot, reminding me of the intimate time we’d shared and how wonderful he’d made me feel.My chest compresses so tightly that it's painful to draw a breath. “I don't think I can do that.”“Even if I tell you I've been a complete ass? That it was wrong of me to go behind your back and talk to your father about something regardless of my intentions? That if I had any idea that I would make you feel unsafe or bad, I wouldn't have done what I did?” There's a ring of truth in his words, but I'm not there.The betrayal already happened;
BlakeIt's been two days since Thea quit.I'm sitting on the lawn watching Azura play with her two pet baby goats and missing Thea. I know my daughter misses her too. Last night she cried when I read her a bedtime story. I had to stop and ask if I was doing things right and she told me through tears that I was doing amazing, but she misses the funny voices Thea did.So I offered to do funny voices, but she shook her head no. Some part of me knew she'd say that; having me do silly voices wasn't the same as having Thea here. When my mother had tried to come by, I just left the door locked and didn't answer. Azura and I had gone to the pool and spent the day swimming, just the two of us and I didn’t feel bad for a second.A gentle breeze rushes over me and ruffles the grass, bringing Azura’s soft voice to my ears. I’d been on the fence about getting her a pet, but now that I have, I'm glad I did.Thea was right - she's made a lot of progress and deserves a reward every bit as amazing as
Sandra As I say the words, I realize they're not the whole truth, and I decide I need to come completely clean. “Okay, that's a lie. I've been talking to my mom about you too, trying to get some perspective and some thoughts on how I can fix things and make things better between us and not make a mistake like this again. Because you matter to me, Rico. You're important to me.”“You matter to me too, and you're important. I'm sorry for doubting you.” There's still a troubled look deep in his eyes, and I can't help but wonder if he trusts me for real, or if he's just saying this to be kind.My phone chimes and I pull it out of my pocket, wondering who could possibly be reaching out to me right now. I see I have a voicemail and I hold up one finger. Rico nods and I dial my voicemail to listen to the message. I don't recognize the number of the caller, and I don't remember hearing my phone ring.The second voicemail picks up, I hear a familiar voice. “Hi Sandra, it's Lindsay, with The Re
SandraRico offers for me to come over to his place via text and I gratefully accept.After spending a little bit of time with my mom and dad, I feel certain that it's time to have this conversation. I didn't want to corner him while he was helping me load and unload boxes because of the news he gave me about his mom. I know he doesn't seem fazed about Grace’s death, but losing a parent is difficult, regardless of what your relationship with that person is.After having a long conversation with my mom about everything, she also agreed that it might be a good idea to reach out and at least let him know that I’m sorry for everything I did and said, for betraying him, for letting him down when I should have been strong for him.Still, my heart's pounding like crazy as I drive to his place. What if he tells me he doesn't want to hear it? What if he's not interested in talking? What if he doesn't accept my apology? I know those are all perfectly valid ways for him to deal with the situatio
RicoAt her parents’ house, I help her unload, but I see the looks her mother gives me and know that she’s well aware of what’s going on between Sandra and me. I don’t mind that - I know her mother has no ulterior motives, no will to harm me, and no desire to damage my life. Honestly, my concern for people talking behind my back has always been the fear that others will use that information against me.“Thank you for doing this.” Her mother, Ethel, gives me a kind smile and a hug.“I'm happy to help.” I give her a gentle squeeze, then let her go, turning to face Sandra.Sandra steps into my arms, squeezing me tight, speaking softly into my ear. “Thank you, this means a lot. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”“Will do.” With that, I let her go and leave her parents’ house. Jingling my keys as I head to my car, I wonder how my life can get anymore strange.—----When I get home, I find a package on my doorstep. Feeling unsure and picking it up, I see that it has n
RicoI'm really not in the mood to go to her house or help her with anything, but it has nothing to do with her or conversation or how things went.As it is now, I'm still thinking about the turns my life has taken with disbelief. Pulling up in front of her apartment, I can see her standing at the door, waiting for me. As much as I don't want to admit the truth, it feels like she's welcoming me home.But this isn't my home. She betrayed me. Still, it's hard not to see a lot of it as water under the bridge now. No harm, no foul. I get out of the car and close the door behind me, walking up toward her while keeping my gaze locked on hers.She watches me approach, her eyes warm, but her mouth is turned slightly down at the corners. There are bags under her eyes, as if she hasn't been sleeping well, and her well-fitted jeans and tank top are a far cry from her usual business attire. To be honest, I like the way she looks no matter what she's wearing, not that my opinion matters. I have to