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Sorry didn’t help me. I had to go to work tomorrow. What was I supposed to do? She was leaving me in the lurch.
I fucking loved her, and she wassorry.
Fury had me pacing.
How dare she try to leave us without an explanation. Without even saying goodbye.
Rage propelled my feet as I pivoted from one end of the room to the other.
She didn’t get to cut us out of her life, not after these last few months, after how far Finn had come, how we’d all grown together as a family.
She said her piece. But I was going to get to say mine whether she liked it or not.
I picked up my cell phone once again, planning on pocketing it before dressing Finn in his coat to go to her sister’s house and talk to her.
But I stopped, frozen at the message she’d texted while I was busy losing my cool.
Kennedy
I don’t want to be with you. I can’t.
Kennedy
Don’t make this harder than it already is. It’s better this way, you have to see that. I’m so sorry.
And all the fight whooshed out of me as I sagged against the wall.
She was convinced the right thing to do—the only thing—was to leave, and as much as I hated it, I couldn’t force her to stay.
I couldn’t make her do anything.
She’d proudly admitted she quit things all the time.
I just never thought she’d quitme.
THIRTY
KENNEDY
“You’re watchingMary Poppinsagain?”
I curled onto my side, tugging the blanket up under my chin. “So?”
Taylor sat by my feet. “I feel like you’re spiraling out a little bit, and watching a movie about a singing nanny isn’t going to help.”
I sniffed. Of course it wasn’t going to help. Watching Julie Andrews sing “A Spoonful of Sugar” was like picking at a scab. It didn’t feel good, but it did make me feelsomething.
A reassurance that I’d done the right thing. I was no Mary Poppins, and Finn deserved someone so much better than me.
“You could vary it a bit. At least put onSound of Music.”
I lifted my shoulder. Maria ended up with Captain von Trapp, and I didn’t think I could handle that.
When I had turned up at Taylor and Dean’s house with wet hair and swollen eyes, Dean’d immediately put on his shoes, ready to go to battle for me. Until I’d spat out a rushed explanation of what had happened: Finn had hit his head and needed staples, but I couldn’t stomach being there.
That was when Dean had kicked off his shoes and opened up a bottle of wine, setting it and two glasses on the table in their living room, along with an open bag of Doritos.
I loved him so much. And I didn’t deserve my sister’s boyfriend taking such good care of me.
