And fuck, she can’t have kids?
All I wanted to do was kiss her and hug her when she said those words.
Telling me clearly took its toll on her, and she was obviously struggling to share her situation. Then she found my book, and fuck. How can I be there for her when I’m causing her pain?
Actually, fuck this.
I pause at the stop sign.
I need to go back. I need to fight for her. I need to show her how wrong I was and how sorry I am and that kids or not, she’s the one I want.
I turn my blinker on and flip around, barely making out the front of a truck to my left before everything goes black.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CALLA
“Can I get you anything?”
It’s the tenth time one of them has asked me this question. All the girls showed up, and I gave them a quick rundown of what happened. Since then, I haven’t stopped crying.
My phone rings from the nightstand, so I reach out and silence the call.
“Maybe that’s him,” Nora says quietly.
“I don’t want to talk to him,” I say on a deep breath. “Not yet.”
“That’s just fine.” Willa rubs my back. “If he’s as crazy about you as I think he is, he will wait.”
“I just… why? I can’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me. I mean, was he waiting to see how we played out, was it just inspiration for the story? He’s a writer, for heaven’s sake. What if none of it was real?”
“That’s not possible,” Natalie says.
“We don’t know that.”
“Yeah, but he—”
My phone rings again.
I silence it, but Nora grabs it and hands it to me. “Just answer it. He’ll keep calling if you don’t.”
She’s probably right.
But there’s an unknown number on the screen.
“It’s not him,” I say and let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Answer it anyway—maybe that’s who keeps calling.”
I nod. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Calla Robertson?”
I scoff at the name that rolls off the woman’s lips.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Calla, this is Officer Flores. Your husband has been in an accident and was just checked into Wind Valley Medical Center. He was conscious just long enough to provide us with your name and number. The second car hit his driver side, and his head was...”
