I expected him to call, and I expected him to talk me off the ledge. I called, and I texted, but he didn’t answer.
Was this always destined to end?
A train heading for the end of the rail.
We burned the bridges before we got to them.
Said goodbye so many times I don’t know how to make it real this time.
Why can’t we make this work?
He didn’t call.
Today I regret all that you were.
Every word.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Every minute you spent convincing me you were safe.
None of it was real, was it?
PART 3
SURVIVING THE WINTER
If losing you comes in stages, why do I never get to acceptance?
Seventeen years later
FORTY-EIGHT
VARIAN
“How many women can he fuck? Jesus fuck.” I tossed my phone on the table.
Vallen lifted a brow. “Why are you reading tabloids?”
“Because I’m stupid.” More like I wanted to see what they were saying leading up to Arik’s album release.
“Why are you calling yourself stupid, Daddy?”
“Because sometimes I’m stupid, sweetheart.” I leaned forward to kiss Nova’s head. “Go play with Fox. You’ve left him hiding for an hour.”
“He’s not hiding, he’s lost.”
“Story of my fucking life.” I put a hand over my mouth as soon as I said it. “Do not repeat that. Or tell your mother I said it.”
She gave me a look only a six-year-old could and put her hands on her hips. “What’s it worth to you?”
“Little fucking con artist.” I looked at my brother. “Can you believe this?”
“She’s your kid. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Pay the woman.”
“Yeah, pay me.” She held out her hand.