Maple snorts and sighs from her crate, like she feels it too.
I sink to the floor and unlatch the door. She crawls into my lap without hesitation, curling against me like she’s known this ache all along.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, threading my fingers through her fur.
The tears come slowly, but they come.
Because for the first time in years, I let someone in.
And now, I’ve sent him away.
I carry Maple to the couch, not bothering to turn on the lights. She settles into my lap instantly, warm and soft and still wagging her tail like everything is fine.
I press my face to her fur.
“I did the right thing,” I whisper.
Didn’t I?
It was too soon.
Too easy.
Too much.
That’s what I keep telling myself.
But this quiet?
It feels different.
It doesn’t feel like protection. Self-preservation. Safety.
It just feels… hollow.
Maple sighs and noses under my arm, her tiny body curling tighter against mine like she knows I need the comfort more than she does.
“I couldn’t let it get serious,” I murmur. “That’s not who I am.”
Except it alreadywasserious.
I tip my head back against the couch, eyes burning.
I can’t blame my dad this time.
Can’t blame bad timing.
Can’t blame fate or fear or expectations.
Because this time?
This time, there’s no one to blame but me.
Chapter 18
A DRUNK POSSUM
LUKE