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“We know it’s late there, but we just had to call. Speak with you soon and give Luna our love.”
The screen went back to the picture of Luna that was my screensaver and I looked up at Ashley.
“Hank got Richie into a rehab?” she asked the same question I’d had myself.
“It sounds like it.”
“You didn’t know?” Her eyes widened.
“No. I told you, he left with Hank who was taking him to the bus stop.”
“Who’s paying for the rehab?”
I hadn’t even thought of that, but from the ones I’d funded I knew they weren’t cheap. And apparently, those had been a joke.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, call Hank. We need answers.”
“Um…” I hadn’t told my sister that we weren’t exactly on speaking terms. Just like I hadn’t shared with her that he’d told me he loved me and I’d told him goodbye.
Her arms crossed in front of her chest. “What did you do?”
“Why do you think it’s me?”
“Because I know you. He was perfect for you but being with him would make you have to give up the one thing you love the most.”
“Luna?” I had no clue what she was talking about, Hank loved Luna.
“No, not Luna. I’m not talking about people, I’m talking about you.”
“I’d have to give up me?”
“Control, Skylar. Being with Hank would mean you have to give up control and that scares the shit out of you.”
Was she right?
Was that the real reason I’d walked away?
Was I that much of a control freak?
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Ashley answered my unspoken questions as she started pushing me out of the front door.
“What are you doing?”
“Go see Hank. Tell him you love him. Say you’re sorry. Thank the shit out of him for getting Richie’s ass into rehab. And then be back here by seven in the morning because I have an interview for an internship in Savannah at eight.”
“You already have an internship?!”
“Yes. Now go.” Ashley shoved me out the door and shut it in my face.
I hope the saying is true that when one door closes another one opens, I thought as I walked across the field beneath a dark, starry sky.
My butterflies were back and it felt like they were throwing a rave complete with glow sticks and techno music. I had no idea what was going to happen when I showed up on Hank’s doorstep.
A week ago, he’d said that he loved me, that what we had was sustainable, and real. I just hoped there wasn’t an expiration date on those statements. And if there was, that I hadn’t missed it.
