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It’s the three of them.
Gage is sporting a shirt that saysAndy’s Dad.
Gage has a son.
Andy.
Twenty-Six
Gage
I called three times.
Texted five.
Picked up breakfast.
It’s noon, and worry is setting in.
Lauren never sleeps this late.
I call once more before unlocking the loft and walking in.
Her phone is on the counter, and I set the box of doughnuts down next to it.
The couch is empty, which means she slept in my bed.Finally. There might be hope for us after all. She’s most likely still asleep. She had a long shift yesterday and deserves a decent night’s rest.
I was up all night, going back and forth with myself on what to do today. Lauren wants me to let her in, but I’m not sure how much to give yet. The two women I trusted more than anything both hurt me.
Once I tell Lauren about Andy, our relationship will change. She’ll be getting more of me than my heart. She’ll be receiving my secrets, my burdens, and my trust.
Trust is a precious treasure to hand someone. You’re giving them a piece of you, unknowing of how they’re going to play with it.
I stroll into the bedroom, expecting her to be passed out and snoring in my bed.
It’s not what I get.
She’s on the floor, curled up in a ball, wearing only my tee and panties.
My heart is ready to burst out of my chest as I take in the scene in front of me. Surrounding her are pictures, memories, all I have left of my son. The sight of Missy’s letter next to his preschool picture makes me snarl. Her handwriting and her pleas only taint the memories of him.
Those pictures were not meant to be seen.
They were hidden, only making it out into daylight when I was feeling lonely or missing the only sunshine in my goddamn life.
The pictures gave both good and bad memories.
Brought both the light and dark out of me.
I take them in, one by one, while Lauren lightly snores in the background.
One of my worlds circling my other.
While I was nervous about giving her pieces of me, she went behind my back and invaded my trust.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I decided never to let anyone in again.
She read Missy’s letter. Saw my son. Most likely studied each picture.
