“She told me she trusted me to handle this, and now? Now, I don’t even know what the fuck to say to her.” I’m here if you need to talk and to make sure you take care of her.” I’m just calling to let you know we’re behind you. I’ve lived this life too long to know how people twist and manipulate things to hurt others. “It takes a lot to catch me off guard, Dad,” I say finally as my mind runs faster than I can say the thoughts, “and this. But she asked for space, and I’m giving it to her. It’s fucking killing me to not go out there and talk to her, but I’m the reason she’s hurting. She’s still curled up on the chaise lounge where she’s been since Haddie left. “I’m worried about her,” I confess as I look out the window. Rolling my shoulders, I blow out a breath as I try to let in the one person who matters most when all I want to do is shut people out right now.
I swivel so my back faces the kitchen-and the bottle-while I wait for him to say more, ask the questions I know are on his tongue. “Just wanted to check and make sure you and Rylee were okay.” Thank fuck he finally speaks, pulling me from the temptation to drown my problems away.
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