Page 55 of Living for Truth
“Perfect. I’ll talk to you soon, Butterfly.” He gives me a gentle squeeze and makes a hasty exit.
Sage and I finish our lunch in silence, then clean up and continue unpacking. She’s practically vibrating with the need to ask questions or scold me or something, so I finally put her out of her misery.
“Just say it, Sage.”
“I think you need to tell that man you want to date for real. I also think you should hook Liam up to one of those period cramp machines, turn it all the way up to ten with no warning, and then slowly pluck every hair from his eyebrows. But first, you need to tell Morgan how you feel. That man looks at you like a sad puppyandlike he wants to pour you into a glass and sip you slowly so he can savor the taste.”
I flush at the mental image that invokes.
“But also,” she continues, “you can’t keep stringing him along, babe. He’d pluck the stars from the sky if you asked, but he deserves to have the same thing. I know you’re scared, but Morgan isnotLiam.”
I know Morgan isn’t Liam. He’s already treated me better than my ex-husband ever did, and we’re not even dating for real. But we never got to finish our conversation about kids. Can he get past the possibility of never expanding his family that way?
Could I handle doctors poking and prodding to figure out if there’s a medical reason for my miscarriages? Could I handle the answers they might give? Could I handle another loss if we tried again?
I think with Morgan as my support system, it would be easier to handle. I don’t think he’d allow me to gothrough it alone. I think he’d do whatever was in his power to make sure we had answers.
I assure Sage I plan on telling him after Wes’s concert, and she approves of my plan. When she leaves, I sit in my new home and unpack things and arrange them the way I want, without needing to consult anyone else.
I take off my t-shirt and walk around in my sports bra and bike shorts for the first time in my life.
Today is a step forward in my journey of freedom.
I hope Morgan wants to come along for the ride.
Chapter 25
Morgan
Aly called me from the bathroom to tell me Whitney brought Liam to their lunch, and when they went to his apartment, she was feeling left out and uncomfortable and wanted to come home.
I’m vibrating with anxiety and outrage while I drive, calling my dad on the way to let him know I’ll be bringing the truck and trailer back after I pick up Aly.
Aly didn’t know the address of Liam’s apartment, but she dropped a pin and told me the number on the door. I drive towards downtown Salt Lake to a ritzy apartment building and park on the street in front of it because of the trailer. I walk into the lobby and am greeted by an older gentleman in a doorman’s outfit.
Liam is a pretentious asshole.
“I need your name and who you’re here to see,” the older gentleman—his name tag reads “Hank”—says, clicking on the computer.
“I’m here to see Liam…”Fuckwhat is his last name? “He’s here with my daughter and her mom. I’m not onwhatever list you have, but my daughter wants to leave, and I won’t make her stay somewhere she’s uncomfortable.”
“Liam…” Hank says, tapping his chin. “Blue eyes, brown hair but mostly balding? Always in a suit?”
Sure, that sounds like him. “Yes.”
“Go on and get your daughter. Mr. Jensen is a rotten soul, I tell ya. Always barking at me like he owns the place. Seen him with a few different ladies in the last few months, too. Tell the mom she should steer clear.” Hank presses a button, and the doors behind himclickunlocked.
“Thank you so much, Hank.” I give him a salute and head to the elevators, clicking the number three when I’m inside.
I couldn’t give a fuck if Liam is stepping out on Whitney. Their relationship is none of my business. What is my business is my daughter and her well-being. For Whitney to not mention she’s introducing Aly to Liam andbringing her to his apartmentreally grinds on my gears and makes my blood boil.
It may be hypocritical since Hannah was atmyhouse last weekend, but that’s different. If Aly gave any indication Hannah was making her uncomfortable, I would have taken Hannah home immediately. But Aly and Hannah got along well, and Aly seemed to like her. Whitney doesn't know Aly well enough to know when she’s uncomfortable, clearly, or she’s just ignoring it because she wants to impress Liam.
Butwhy?Liam made it clear that night at Fondue Frenzy he doesn’t want kids. Why would Whitney feel the need to introduce them now?
As soon as the elevator stops, I stride down the hall to 3C and bang loudly on the door.
The door swings open, and Liam flinches when he sees me, then his face turns red. “What areyoudoing here? How did you get in? Freaking Hank. Old bat isn’t good for anything.”
