Page 64 of My Sweetest Obsession
“Have you been painting at all?”
I glance up at him as I force myself to snag the silverware and cut into my plate. “No. Things are still too…” I shrug. “Mixed up. In a way that I can’t quite break through.”
“It was beautiful.”
“What was?”
His gaze softens. “The one you did at Max’s.”
The corners of my lips curl. “You saw that, huh?”
He nods. “Would have been hard to miss it when it was all over the local news channels and the internet. I think you’re moving in the right direction with that.”
“What do you mean?”
Dale offers a shrug. “Concentrating on the happy memories, on the things that make you smile. It seems that you and Ivy are both so bogged down in your grief, in your anger, that you’re clinging to it instead of letting it go and looking to the future.”
He isn’t wrong.
But what kind of future will it be if I have to walk away from Ivy and that baby?
The thought of it makes my stomach twist, and I drop my silverware onto the plate with a clatter and bury my face into my hands again.
Talking to Dale usually helps me sort through all the fog in my head, silences those voices and the little devil on my shoulder whispering for me to do stupid things. And today, he was the voice of reason.
But what if I don’t want to listen to reason?
What if reason is what will truly decimate my heart?
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CAM
FIVE DAYS LATER
PLEASE.
Six letters.
One simple word that says a thousand.
How long did it take her to get the nerve to send the text?
Minutes…
Hours…
Days…
How long has she sat there, staring at the screen, finger hovering over the send button?
It’s been a week since I made that promise to her again.
A week since I saw her.
Since I touched her.
Since I tasted her.
