LOGINI stared at Paul across the kitchen island and immediately knew there was no good answer to that question.
Because the truth?
The truth made me look stupid.
Weak.
Embarrassing.
Like one of those women everyone swears they’d never be—the ones who keep too much to themselves, make excuses for too long, and wait until things are bad before admitting just how bad they’ve gotten.
I looked down at the table instead of at him.
“I don’t know.”
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I stood there staring at Jack like he had personally betrayed me.He had the decency to look almost apologetic.Almost.But there was still the faintest hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, and that alone made me want to throw something at him.“Yes, sir?” I repeated, turning slowly toward him.Jack lifted one shoulder in the world’s most innocent shrug.“What did you want me to say?”I stared at him.“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe literally anything else?”Paul barked out a laugh from across the kitchen.Dad looked at him.Paul immediately straightened his face.“Nothing.”Mom was already moving into full mother mode, which meant she had decided the next ten minutes were hers and no one else’s. She crossed to the cabinet, pulled out glasses, filled one with water, then turned and handed it to me like I was five years old and needed juice after a nightmare.“Drink this.”I too
Mom hit the kitchen first.She came around the corner in leggings and a cashmere wrap thrown over whatever she’d worn on the plane, hair half-fallen from its clip, face pale and exhausted and already wet with tears.The second she saw me, she made a sound I never wanted to hear again.Not a scream.Not even a cry.Just that sharp, broken inhale mothers make when they’ve spent an entire flight imagining the worst.“Lela.”I barely got out of the chair before she was across the kitchen, arms around me so tightly I almost lost my balance. She smelled like perfume and airplane air and the peppermint gum she always chewed when she was nervous.“I’m okay,” I said immediately, because of course that was the first thing out of my mouth.Mom pulled back just enough to cup my face in both hands and look me over like she was checking for damage.“Don’t tell me you’r
I stared at Paul across the kitchen island and immediately knew there was no good answer to that question.Because the truth?The truth made me look stupid.Weak.Embarrassing.Like one of those women everyone swears they’d never be—the ones who keep too much to themselves, make excuses for too long, and wait until things are bad before admitting just how bad they’ve gotten.I looked down at the table instead of at him.“I don’t know.”Paul gave a short, humorless laugh.“You don’t know?”“No.”“Lela.”I sighed and rubbed both hands over my face.“I don’t know what you want me to say.”“The truth would be a good place to start.”Jack stayed quiet beside me, but I could feel him listening. Not in a nosy way. Just there. Present. Waiting to understand the pieces I hadn’t given him yet.I folded my arms over my chest and leaned back in the chair.“It didn’t happen all
Paul didn’t wait for anyone to answer him.The second he stepped away from the table with his phone to his ear, the entire kitchen seemed to change.The room got colder.Quieter.Like the text message had sucked all the air out of it.I stayed frozen in my chair, staring at nothing while Jack stood beside me with my phone still in his hand.**I know you’re home. We need to talk.**I could still see the words in my head.Over and over.I know you’re home.Not *Can we talk?*Not *Please call me.*Not *I miss you.*Just that.A statement.A warning.A way of letting me know he was still there, still pushing, still trying to get inside my life no matter how many times I shut the door.My hands were shaking again.Not as badly as before.Worse.Because the adrenaline from the break-in had nowhere to go now. It had settled into somet
For a second, nobody said anything.The silence was so complete I could hear the kitchen clock ticking over the refrigerator.Jack stayed perfectly still beside me.Not stiff.Not panicked.Just very, very still.I looked at Paul.“What do you mean he was asking about Jack?”Paul leaned back in the chair, exhaustion and irritation written all over his face.“I mean exactly what I said. Chris has been asking around about the guy you’ve been seeing.”My stomach dropped.“How does he even know I’m seeing someone?”Paul gave me a flat look.“Lela.”I stared back at him.“No. Seriously. How?”He folded his arms across his chest.“You think you’ve been hiding this?”I blinked.“Yes?”Jack actually laughed under his breath.I turned to glare at
I cried harder than I meant to.Not dramatic sobbing.Not the kind where you collapse onto the floor and can’t breathe.Just that awful, quiet kind of crying where the tears won’t stop and your chest hurts and you’re trying so hard to pull yourself together that it almost makes it worse.Jack didn’t say much.Thank God.He just held me.One arm around my shoulders, the other resting at the back of my head, keeping me tucked against his chest while I stood there in the middle of my parents’ kitchen crying in an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts at three in the morning.Belle stayed pressed against my legs like she was personally offended that I was upset.After a minute, Jack guided me toward one of the kitchen chairs and sat me down.Then he disappeared for all of thirty seconds and came back with a wet paper towel and the box of tissues from the powder room.I laughed through my tears the second I saw the paper towel.He looked at me carefully.“What?”“That is the most dad thing I
The rest of the workday dragged.Not because I was busy.Because I wasn't.At least not mentally.Every time I looked at the yellow roses sitting on the corner of my desk, I found myself smiling.Several coworkers stopped by just to admire them.A few stopped by to be nosy.Most wanted details.Unf
Eventually, sometime after two in the morning, Jack and I finally said goodnight.Neither of us seemed particularly eager to end the conversation.In fact, we probably said goodbye three different times before actually hanging up."You hang up.""No, you hang up.""I asked you out, remember? I thin
By the time everyone finally left, the house was quiet again.The moving boxes had been stacked neatly in my room.The pizza was gone.Dad's employees had headed home.Mom had finally stopped rearranging furniture.And Dad had fallen asleep on the couch sometime
About twenty minutes later, I saw Sarah's car pull into the overlook.The moment I saw her, something inside me broke.Not because she had said anything.Not because she had done anything.Because she showed up.No questions.No hesitation.She simply came.I watched her climb out of her car and st







