“Where is she?” I muttered, turning my head to get a better look.
“Her mother’s,” Enzo answered through a mouthful of noodles.
My head whipped up. “How do you know that and I don’t?”
Enzo coloured. “Vanessa told me.”
“Huh.” I studied him for a beat. “Since when are you and my sister best buddies?”
Enzo folded his carton up and shrugged. “I saw her yesterday, that's all. Right, shall we build a bed?”
“Have you even finished your food?” I nodded to the carton as he shrugged.
“I’m not that hungry.”
He could’ve seen Vanessa anywhere, of course, but something told me he was seeing my sister on purpose. Suppose he did bump into her at the store, sure. But he couldn’t meet my eyes. I sighed. I didn’t give a shit what other people were doing; I needed to focus on getting my wife to even speak to me.
“How is she?” I asked, tossing my carton onto the kitchen counter before joining Enzo on the floor.
“Vanessa?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, Lila.”
Enzo studied the instruction booklet before reaching for a screw. “I dunno. Why don’t you message her and ask?”
“Because she won’t speak to me.”
We worked in silence until the base was sturdy, then we grabbed the mattress leaning against the wall. Together, we laid it onto the bed, and I yawned.
“Are you going to let her go?” Enzo asked finally, picking up the cartons and tossing them into a trash bag.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m notlettingher go—she’s divorcing me. She’s selling the fucking house. She won’t take my calls or respond to my texts. There’s not really a lot I can do, Enzo.”
“Maybe go and see her at her mom’s.”
I snorted. “She’d get a restraining order against me.”
I didn’t doubt it either—she would. Lila hated my guts.
“What about the other chick? Have you heard from her?”
I had. Nearly every fucking day Cami would message me, telling me if I was finally single, we could be together. She’d even said I could move into her place.
Fuck, no.
I may have been a prick, but losing Lila had made me see how much I loved her. How good we’d had it. Why hadn’t we just fucking communicated? She’d communicated enough afterwards, hadn’t she?
Burning my truck was a fucking bummer.
But I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips, because it meant she fucking cared.
Thathadto mean something.
Maybe I should contact her again. Just one more time.
Enzo left like he couldn’t wait to get away, back to his decent home. I couldn’t blame him. I laid on my new bed, my muscles screaming. I just wanted to reach out and touch Lila. To smell her hair, feel her warm breath on my chest. I’d live here happily if it meant I was with Lila. I’d liveanywherewith Lila.
A lump formed in my throat, and I reached for my phone before I could change my mind.
