Page 43 of Slow Burn
“Maybe because this time, I can't handle the fucking answer, Brynn!” My voice rises and I scoop Amelia up, holding her and all her mashed potato mess to my chest.
“It is not what you think. I would never....” Brynn's voice cracks as her phone rings, loud and shrill.
Without hesitation, I snatch that fucking phone up and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall, where she just recently hung a photo of the three of us. It makes a dent before splintering into hundreds of pieces. The noise scares Amelia and I regret the impulsive act as she begins to cry.
“Baby....please just...calm down.” Brynn winces when I step away from her, taking Amelia with me.
“You want me to ask, is that it? Want to know that no matter what you say, it changes nothing? I'm fucking crazy about you, Brynn. Like not even mentally stable, crazy. I can't lose you. We can't lose you. Whatever it is, it will hurt me. Whoever....” I shook my head, pacing the room as I thought about her being with someone else.
I was no spring virgin, but I knew Brynn had been with two men before me. The idea that there was someone else, someone important enough for her to lie to me about crushed me. But I meant what I said. I loved her crazy and I think that no matter what she had to come clean about, I wouldn't let her go. It would have to be her walking away, because there is no way I can walk away from her.
Brynn bows her head, whispering two words that break my heart open.
“Just ask.”
