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“Are you going to be okay?” she asks, taking the keys from me and heading to the driver’s side.
I look back at the house, take a deep breath, and nod. “I’m going to be just fine.”
I always am. I just have to add another layer around my heart when it starts to heal.
If that’s possible.
What Evan and I had was special. It was the kind of attraction that I’ve never felt for anyone else. He made me believe that everything I’ve ever wanted was well within my grasp.
And then I found out that he ruined us before we ever had a chance to truly get started. Before the firstI love youscould be traded.
Maybe that is a small mercy.
As I walk out of his life, all I can hear is the sound of my thudding pulse and the last few strings that hold my heart together finally snapping.
18
EVAN
Thehouseistooquiet as I walk in. Normally, Blake would be here, organizing something about my life while Kendall waits for me with a big smile.
However, when I walk back in after two days away—three days after I told Kendall the truth—everything is too quiet.
My first thought is that she’s at school. When I look at the time, I see that school ended several hours ago for her.
She should be here.
I know that she said she was going to stay with Zara while I was gone, but she should be back now.
While I was away, I gave her space. I didn’t call or send her any messages. I gave her room to think about everything that I said, hoping that we could talk about it when I got back.
Now that I’m home, I want to talk about things more. If she has questions, I want to try to answer them.
I really want to talk about the pregnancy news that she unleashed on me before she walked out.
At the time, I was too stunned to even think of asking her anything about it. I should have stopped her then and insisted that we spoke, but at the same time, she was already enraged about me controlling her life.
Trying to force her into a conversation that she clearly didn’t want to have at that moment wouldn’t have done either of us any good.
Still, my stomach twists when I think about being a father. For a long time, I didn’t know if it was ever going to happen. Now, a woman I love is going to have my baby.
I sigh and head up the stairs to her rooms. Whether she likes it or not, we have to talk about the baby.
I might tell her that I love her, but I don’t want her to think that I’m trying to use a statement like that to manipulate her.
Running my hands through my hair, I groan.
When did life get so complicated?
If only Dave was here to see the mess that I’ve made of his daughter’s life.
Guilt curls through me, tearing everything to shreds as I head for her bedroom. He would hate me now if he could see the way I feel for his daughter.
“Kendall?” I knock on her door lightly, leaning close to it to listen for her response.
When none comes, I get a sickening feeling in my stomach. For the first time, I look around her little living room and see that everything that belonged to her is gone.
There are no books and notebooks scattered around. Pens don’t rest wherever she happened to drop them. There’s nothing to make it look like Kendall even lives here.
