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“Fuck him.”

I giggle, wipe at my tears.

A moment passes.

“It’s probably done,” she says softly.

My muscles tense. “I’m not ready.”

“Yes, you are. I’m right here if you need me.”

I wish she was here in the room with me, but no such luck.

I have to do it alone.

I take a step forward, knowing everything might be about to change.

And I look.

14

TREVOR

I stare out the window,squeezing a stress ball. Yes, I’ve become one of those corporate shills that’s always on edge at work, squeezing a stress ball to survive.

Chicago is dull and gray and for once, I’m happy for it because it reflects my insides.

The only joy I get these days is picking out the flower arrangements to send to Iris, hoping this will be the one that pushes her over the edge.

No such luck yet.

It’s a fool’s errand, I know. But I have to do something. Some might say I’m doing too little. Others might say I’m doing too much.

I’m doing what I have to so I can survive.

Iris knows. I’m waiting for her. There’s no other woman for me.

And yes, I fucked up.Again. So, if patience is what I need to survive, that’s what I’ll have. And if I never get her back, then that’s a deserved punishment for the way I treated her.

There’s a knock on my office door.

“Boss.”

I turn to see my assistant, Jeffrey, in my doorway. “What’s up?”

“There’s someone here to see you.”

I furrow my brow going over to my desk and glancing down at the scheduling list on my blotter. “My next meeting isn’t until ten.”

“It’s not a…it’s a personal visit” Jeffrey glances off to his side. “Iris,” he mouths.

I could fall over.

“I can ask her to go if you want.”

“No!” I cry out more urgently than I mean to. “Send her in, send her right in.”

Jeffrey gives me a nod, then steps aside.

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