Page 82 of Say You Want Me
“EVERYTHING IS HEALING NICELY, ANGIE.I’d like you to take it easy for another week or so. No heavy lifting, and then we’ll start physical therapy for your wrist in about two weeks when we remove the cast,” the doctor explains. “Do you have any questions?”
I go over my list of things to ask, especially about travel. It’s been four weeks since the accident. All the bruises are gone and cuts are healed. Other than the wound still very deep inside my soul, I’m doing well.
I have to go back to Philadelphia sometime in the next week, Erin has been nothing but supportive while I’ve been healing, but it’s not fair to leave her on her own much longer. Presley offered to road trip with me and the boys. They’ve been begging to visit some of their friends, and I could use the company. Plus, she misses the bakery, so it’s something I have been thinking about.
I glance to the empty plastic chair that Wyatt should be sitting in but isn’t. He decided not to come in with me. Again, another show of his new attitude. Each little thing adds a new tear to my already annihilated heart. I don’t understand this at all. Maybe it’s my lack of relationships that has me so inept in dealing with this. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never endured loss and I seem to be a pro at it.
It doesn’t change the fact that it’s breaking me apart.
Dr. Borek and I exit toward the waiting room. When Wyatt spots him, he stands and heads our way. “Everything okay?” Concern filters through.
“Angie is doing great,” he assures him. “How are you handling things, son?”
“I’m doing fine. Getting back to work was good for me.”
I want to laugh. He’s not doing fine.
The doctor nods. “Good. If you notice you’re not yourself, we can get you in to see someone.” Wyatt’s eyes cut to me, and he mashes his teeth together.
Great. Now he thinks I said something.
“Thanks for the offer, I’m really okay.”
I mentally roll my eyes and sigh. “Thanks again, Dr. Borek,” I cut in. “I really appreciate everything.”
“You be safe on your trip.”
Wyatt flinches. “Trip?”
Well, if he were to ever actually talk to me, he would know. But he doesn’t. He avoids me at all costs. He’s home when I go to the bakery. He’s at work when I’m home. And if by some chance he’s around me, he does his best to be busy.
“Yes, I’m going to Philly to meet with Erin.”
He shakes his head while releasing an inaudible laugh. “Of course you are.”
Dr. Borek shifts his weight. “I’ll let you two talk. Be sure to make an appointment in a few weeks. I want to check your wrist before you start PT.”
Wyatt turns on his heels and walks away.
We get in the truck, and he wastes no time getting on the road. He drives the twenty minutes back to the house in silence. The thickness in the air between us is stifling. I have a feeling we’re not going to come out of the fight that’s brewing unscathed.
I didn’t keep the trip from him for any reason other than he avoids me at all costs. I can’t tell him something when he refuses to acknowledge me.
We pull in the driveway, and he shuts the car off. Neither of us moves.
After a few minutes, Wyatt turns to me. “I don’t know how to do this anymore.”
I look over and sigh. “I don’t either.”
“Were you plannin’ to tell me about you going back?”
“Were you planning to speak to me?” I throw the ball back in his court.
“We talk.”
“The hell we do.” I cross my arms and swallow my tears. “We don’t talk. You don’t come home, you don’t call me in the middle of the day anymore, and you haven’t slept beside me in weeks. I bet you can’t even remember the last time you kissed me. I figured you’d be happy I was leaving for a bit.”
“I told you I can’t right now,” he huffs.
