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I don't believe the garbage they printed. I recognize the building as Jimmy’s agent’s, so I’m sure it’s work related.
But one day it will be the truth.
One day he’ll find someone who can handle the pressure of his career.
Before I can absorb one emotion, a pile of them topple onto me.
I’m so tired of feeling helpless.
I’m tired of reacting instead of taking control.
I’m tired of letting my wants slip through my fingers instead of fighting for them.
Am I really willing to let Jimmy, the man I love and the father of my child, go? He unselfishly let me leave because it was what was best for me. It’s about time I do the same, because Jimmy Crawford is worth fighting for.
Chapter Seventy-nine
JIMMY
The driver pulls up to the airfield where the private plane awaits. This is my first trip to Kansas since Monica and Lilah left a couple of weeks ago.
It’s been hell without them.
I’ve been able to talk to Monica every night, but my interactions with Lilah are nearly non-existent. The odd times I talk to her on her own, either over the phone or text, she shifts the conversation if it ventures to us.
I have no idea what’s going on. Are we broken up? Were we officially together in the first place? I’d like to think so. We both want to be with each other, yet my career and geography stand in our way.
The most frustrating part is that I wish I could be pissed at her, but I understand her reasoning. Her being a good mother to Monica comes first, which means her sobriety comes before all of it. The press is not kind, nor are the trolls on social media. She knows her triggers and I love her, so I’d never willingly put her in the path of a runaway train. Anyone could predict the outcome.
But still… I love her.
Like I’ll never love another. I’ve accepted that much. And so there has to be a way to make this work, not just for the two of us but for our daughter.
I thank the driver and take my bag, making my way over to the plane. The flight attendant lets me know we’ll be ready to take off in a few minutes.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see Keane’s name. I frown. I hope there’s no issue with the contract. We’ve been in negotiations for me to sign onto a production, and I thought we’d ironed out all the details. I’m excited for this one. It better not go south.
“Hey, man, I’m just about to take off to Kansas. What’s up? Everything okay with the contract?”
“Everything’s fine with the contract. Check your email. I just forwarded you something fromHW Life.”
I blow out a puff of air and run my hands through my hair. “Giving that interview was bad enough, man, I don’t want to read it and see how it was spun.”
“You’re gonna want to read this.” He hangs up.
“What the hell?”
“Mr. Crawford, we’re set for takeoff. If you could please put your seat belt on now.”
“Sure thing.” I set my phone aside and strap myself in before I pull up my email.
Keane simply sent a link. I click the link, wondering why I’m going to all this trouble to read something that will most likely piss me off. The name of the article appears, and I’m reminded why I hired Keane.
JAMES CRAWFORD’S BABY MAMA SPEAKS.
My blood slows.
What the hell is this about? Lilah sold me out?
