“Hello?”
“Mia, hey.” Brandon’s voice fills the space. “Look, some stuff has been going down here and I feel like you should know what’s going on.”
“Okay…” I say hesitantly.
I prepare myself for the worst.
Is he cancelling the trip?
Did Grayson find out?
Are they fighting?
“So, we were all at lunch today and Eric kind of blew up at Grayson, calling him out on all the shit he pulled while you were here. Long story short, Lily brought Grayson the official divorce papers after you and Rylee left, Grayson just signed them, and now he’s packing to come see you, right now.”
I almost drop my phone.
What the hell?
“Mia? You there?”
“I’m here, I think.”
“I don’t want to tell you what to do,” Brandon says gently. “But you either need to call him and tell him not to come, or…”
Rylee takes the phone from me. “Brandon, you tell him to stay far the fuck away from here!”
“I did, but he’s pretty insistent. I’m guessing the only way he’s not coming is if Mia tells him not to.” There’s a pause. “Ry, is she okay?”
It’s like my brain stopped knowing how to form words.
Grayson and Lily are officially divorced… and Grayson is coming here.
A week ago, if you’d asked me, that would’ve been all I wanted. But now… How am I supposed to know what to do?
“She’s breathing,” Rylee says dryly. “I’m gonna talk to her. I’ll call you back.”
She hangs up and places the phone back on the table between us.
“Okay, Mia,” she prompts. “You have to snap out of it now. We need to call Grayson, can you do that?”
I come back to reality.
“Yeah, okay.”
I grab my phone and search my contacts for Grayson. He answers on the first ring.
“Mia,” he says. “Hey, I’m so glad you called.”
“What’s going on, Gray?” I ask, my voice barely steady. “Did Lily really give you divorce papers? Did you sign them?”
“Yes,” he answers. “Mia, I’ve got to see you. I’m packing a bag right now, and then I’m on the next plane out to Dallas after the show tonight. I’ll explain it all then, okay? Just say yes. Please, Mia?”
Suddenly,I know.
Hearing his voice saying all these wonderful things, it’s like there’s not even a choice to be made.
“Yes.”
