“No, I wouldn’t fuckin’ cheat on her…”
“Language, Donovan,” Mom really is sounding like a mom now.
“I wouldn’t cheat on her, Mom,” I repeat. “I love her,” I say and realize that I actually do. I told Chloe already that I felt things for her. I was trying to come to terms with what those feelings were. And now I know. They’re love.
“I knew it,” Mom squeals in my ear. “I am so happy!”
I wish I could be as happy as she is right now. But I can’t force myself to be. I have a hole in my heart, and I don’t know if I want to fix it anytime soon.
I wish Chloe would’ve trusted me.
Trusted us.