Todos los capítulos de Too Late: She Is Gone With Your Baby: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 61JULIANAdrian moved slightly. "That's not—""I am talking to my fiancée," I said. "You don't get to contribute to this conversation.""He's right," Aria said, to Adrian. "Please don't."Adrian closed his mouth.Good."The wedding," I said to Aria. "I meant what I said. I don't want to do this right now. Not like this. Not with all of this between us. I'm not ending it. I am saying I need things to be different before I can stand in a wedding and mean it.""And kissing Vivian is your idea of making things different," she said."No," I said. "That was my idea of being drunk and stupid and human in a way that I don't usually let myself be." I pressed my fingers briefly against my forehead. "I am very drunk, Aria. I want to be clear about that. I am not making this argument at my most articulate.""I can tell," she said."What I am saying clearly," I said, "is that I am stepping back. Not

Chapter 63ARIAVivian looked at me for a long moment."Take him home," she said finally. Her voice had changed again, gone quieter, the heat cycling down into something that was almost, almost, not unfriendly. "He's a better man than either of us deserves right now."She turned and walked down the corridor in the opposite direction.We watched her go.The corridor was silent except for the distant sound of the elevator somewhere else in the building.I turned to Adrian.He was standing with his hands in his pockets and his face doing something complicated that I did not have the energy to decode."Go home," I said. The same words I had used in the hall at the Meridian. Quieter this time."Aria—""Not tonight," I said. "Please. Not tonight."He looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, once, and turned and walked toward the elevator without saying anything further.I watched him go.

Chapter 65ARIAJulian woke at eight fifteen.I heard him before I saw him, the sounds of movement in the bedroom, the bathroom tap, the particular sequence of a person assembling themselves after a difficult night. Eli had gone back to his room to play, and I was sitting at the table with my second coffee and my phone face down in front of me when Julian appeared in the doorway.He had changed his clothes. He was in the simple version of himself, plain shirt, no jacket, the managed version absent in a way that told me the night had taken something from him that had not fully reconstituted yet.He looked at me.I looked at him."Coffee," I said."Please," he said.He sat down at the table while I poured it and brought it over and sat back down in my own chair. We were at opposite ends of the small table and the distance was accurate.He drank. I watched him drink."How are you feeling," I said."Like I deserve to feel," he said.I said nothing to that."Eli?" he said."His room," I sa

Chapter 67JULIANI called Ava at nine in the morning and asked if she had time for coffee.She said yes immediately, which I had expected. Ava had always been quick to say yes to the things she wanted and she had not been hiding what she wanted since she appeared in the park three weeks ago with her red hair and her business card and her very accurate read of the situation she had walked into.I chose a place near the venue, neutral ground, the kind of coffee shop that was busy enough to make prolonged emotional conversations slightly awkward, which was deliberate. I did not want this to be a long conversation. I wanted it to be a clear one.She was already there when I arrived.She had chosen a corner table, which was either habit or intention, and she looked the way she always looked, put together, present, the specific quality of a woman who had decided some time ago that how she appeared in the world mattered and had acted on that decision consistently ever since. She was good at

Chapter 69ARIAI was in the middle of running scales when the knock came.The practice room on the second floor had become mine in the way that spaces became yours when you used them consistently enough, the particular chair pushed to the same corner, the music stand adjusted to the same height, the light through the single window falling across the floor in a stripe I had learned to position myself beside rather than in. I had been here for an hour, since rehearsal ended early because two of my musicians had a scheduling conflict with the venue's other booking and I had let them go rather than run a partial session.I needed the time alone with the instrument anyway.There was too much in my head that needed somewhere to go.The knock was firm. Not the tentative knock of someone who was uncertain whether to interrupt. The knock of someone who had decided to be here and was not secondguessing it.I already knew who it was before I opened the door.Adrian stood in the corridor with hi