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Trey
“You what?” I yelled into the phone, not believing what my mother had spouted out of her mouth. She couldn’t have said she’d left the guy she’d barely just married.
Jillian stopped and turned halfway around to look at me.
“I said I left Wes.” Her voice was tiny and small—with more than a tinge of resignation in it.
I shook my head. “I don’t understand. You guys finally find each other again after all these decades—and then you decide to leave him?”
Jillian’s jaw hit the floor and she started walking back to me. She quietly asked, “What’s going on?”
I gave her a shrug for her answer—which was all I could offer right now with no information.
“Wes has—issues, Trey.”
I frowned and shut my eyes. “What kind of issues? What are you talking about? Like he steals all the blankets? Or he snores? I’m sure you can fix whatever’s broken.”
There was a long silence.
Then she answered. “Big issues, Trey. Way too big for me to fix.”
It was my turn to sigh. I rubbed my face with my free hand. “Like what? Maybe I can help.”
“Honey, trust me. There’s nothing you can do.” Her voice sounded hopeless and withdrawn.
God, I hated when my mom was hurting. “Let me talk to Wes. I’ll give him a call,” I offered. Maybe he’d listen to me. Not that I had the first clue what to say. Or what was wrong.
“Trey, please don’t. I’m telling you, there’s nothing you can do. I just got off the phone with Lexi and gave her the news, as well. She said she’d get on a plane as soon as she can get a seat. Are you going with her?”
Okay, there was a lot there to sift through.
First things first.
“She’s what? She’s going where?” I gazed up at the ceiling. Somehow, my day just got way more challenging.
“Back home. To Edmonton.”
Jillianand I literally ran out of the mall and I drove back to the apartments as fast as I could go.
“She can’t be getting on a plane,” Jillian said in a worried tone, “We have playoffs soon.”
I turned into our parking lot. “Mom said Lexi was leaving.”
None of this made any fucking sense.
All I knew was Wes had ‘issues,’ whatever that meant, that were big enough to scare my mom away.
No, he had issues that were big enough to scare my mom away from a man she’d been pining away for.
A man she’d finally married after being in love with him for decades.
I knew my mom.
She could be wild and crazy and throw caution to the wind.
But, for her to actually marry someone—that meant something to her.
