63. Awful Disguise

CENRIC

You’re the best. Fuck, yeah. I kept reminding myself.

I went back home after work. I didn’t bother her anymore. The more I kept my distance, the easier it was for her to figure out what she wanted in her life. It was hard. I missed her every second she was away from me. But she needed it, and that was what she got. 

That was two days ago. No call. No text. I didn’t even ask Devin for updates.

And here I was, stalking my wife. 

Beck just shook his head in disappointment. “You’re losing your shit. What is in the fucking of need space you did not understand? You will still see her on Saturday, won’t you?”

“She needs space, but I don’t. I want to see her, not meet her. And can’t you be a little supportive of me?”

“Supportive my ass. You did this to yourself. But whatever. If she sees us, you’re gonna have to explain. Then she needs another week or two. Your trouble, man. Not mine.”