His eyes get watery and for a second—just a split second—I think I’m getting somewhere with him.
“I think… I think you need to leave, Rae,” he tells me quietly. He gets up and begins walking out of the room. Stopping halfway, he turns toward me slightly. “I’m not taking Joey anywhere tonight, and I think it would be best if you didn’t stay here. You can either take my car or have someone come pick you up. I’d prefer the latter.”
Then he leaves, taking my heart with him.
I call the only person I know who won’t ask questions or even hesitate to make the drive.
“Hello?”
“Perry…”
“Rae? What’s wrong?”
“Perry…” I try, my tears falling hard. “I… I need you.”