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“What do you mean he left?” I whispered, terrified of his response.
“He’s left town,” Jason answered impatiently. “No explanation as to why, and totally not what we’d planned. We were supposed to stay the whole break, but he took off at the crack of dawn this morning, apparently.”
I stared at my brother, too stunned to speak.
Ryan was gone.
He’d left, without a word, the morning after having sex with me.
The morning after taking my virginity.
I thought about the moments after we’d been together and realized what I’d thought had been sweet attention had really been guilt and regret. The blank expression on his face had masked the turmoil he’d been experiencing after sleeping with me.
Jason might wonder why his best friend had left without a word, but I didn’t have to. I knew instinctively that he’d run away from me and what we’d done.
Our night together had meant nothing to him. It had been nothing but a mistake.
My heart began to crumble, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to break down into tears right then and there.
I couldn’t let Jason know how upset I was.
He could never know what I and Ryan had done.
It was a secret I would keep to my grave.
Ryan Carson had abandoned me and broken my heart.
I wouldn’t let him ruin the rest of my life.
Chapter two
Samantha – 7 Years Later
Baconsizzled,andIcarefully flipped it in the pan, doing my best to avoid the grease splatter.
In another pan on the next burner over, I scrambled eggs, all while keeping an eye on the toaster nearby.
There were a lot of moving parts, but I was used to it.
There were always multiple balls in the air that I had to juggle, and it was pretty much second nature to me at that point.
“Henry!” I called as I began scooping food onto plates. “Breakfast is ready. Come down now, please!”
As I turned to place the plates on the little kitchen table behind me, I heard the pounding of small feet on the staircase just outside the kitchen door.
The next moment, a little boy came barreling into the room. His dark brown hair was a wild mess, and his familiar blue eyes glittered with the kind of eager excitement that only young kids seemed capable of feeling. He was still dressed in his dinosaur footie pajamas. He was so adorable that it made my heart ache.
He scrambled up into his chair and gazed up at me with a wide grin.
“Morning, Mama,” he said.
“Morning, little man,” I replied, putting his plate of food in front of him. “How are you this morning?”
“I’m good,” he answered. “I had a dream last night.”
“Oh? What was it about?”
“We got a puppy,” he said with clear glee. “He was small and brown, and I named him Rudy.”
