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Fuck. What the hell did she do withthat?
He was supposed to stay and fight for her, to leave Melody and declare—
She yanked those thoughts to a fierce and almost painful stop, the mental whiplash intense enough to make her stagger.
She didn’t want a man to demand and push, to act like her father and brothers—likeheknew better, likehegot to decide what was right for her. She didn’t wantanyone, but herself, her work, her freedom.
So why did the quiet, the solitude and silence she’d bought with that demand for freedom hurt so much?
“You’re a fucking mess,” she whispered to herself, locking the door to the garage, and making her way through the downstairs of her house, flicking off lights…
Encountering something taped to the light switch that crinkled.
Paper.
A note.
From Jeremy?
Heart pounding in a way that was definitely not numb, definitely not feeling enough—it was feeling too much, and all of it was twisted and tangled and a fuckingmess.
Her fingers shook when she pulled the note from the wall, and she could barely unfold it.
But after a moment, she managed to open it.
To see the words.
To feel…
A bit empty.
He’d just told her that he’d locked up.
But she felt enough, understood enough. She’d hurt him.
She’d watched him through the kitchen window, holding Melody, touching her, talking to her (and no doubt doing it in that soft Jer Tone), and…Teresa had been jealous.
No right to be.
She didn’t have rights over Jeremy, didn’t have any claim. She’d made it clear she didn’t want one.
But seeing him with Melody in that way.
He was lost. He wasn’t hers.
He—
The doorbell rang and for one breathless second, she thought it was Jeremy. That he’d come back and they’d—
What? Talk it out and live happily ever after?
She snorted.
That wasn’t real life.
Especially when she heard, “Teresa, open the fucking door!”
Gabe.
