The video ended and I sat there for several long moments, replaying it in my mind, frame by frame.
Another text popped up, this time from Camille.
Camille: Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t remind Ella that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.
My response was instant.
Me: Because I love her. I love her so much that I panicked at the thought of something happening to her, and I made the worst fucking decision of my life. I swear to you, I didn’t cheat, and I didn’t mean any of the shit that I said. I’m here in Chicago, at a coffee shop near Kim’s place. I’ve been leaving her messages, but I want to try to explain in person. Even if she can’t forgive me, I need her to understand that nothing I said was true.
I waited for another text, but nothing else came through, and when I tried to call, they didn’t answer.
So, I ordered another cup of coffee, and I forced myself to drink it. I’d just decided to go back to Kim’s house to wait for them to come home when another text message came through.
Kim: She’s been drinking tonight, and we don’t want her to make the decision to talk to you unless she’s sober. Find a hotel for the night. We’ll let you know in the morning if she wants to see you. Oh, and don’t even think about coming to my house unless you’re invited. Ella’s not the only one who knows how to use a knife, motherfucker.
