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Elyse squealed on the other end of the call.“He calls yousugar?”
“Never before tonight.But I took it as the sign he wanted this too and I basically threw myself at him.”
“And then you fucked?”
“Yup.”I sighed.“And it was fucking amazing.”
“And then he up and left because you talked about his ex?”
“Yes.Well, he mentioned her and for a second, I felt a little weird.Like he wanted me to be her.But he told me they were talking and nothing else.When I told him he didn’t owe me an explanation, he got mad and left.”
“Sounds like he’s just having a weird night.First, his ex-wife wants to talk and then his nanny rocks his world.I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow.”
The next morning,Mason was gone before Wyatt and I got up.It gave me an uneasy feeling.Several times over the course of the day, Wyatt mentioned his mom was sick, and that’s why she couldn’t call him.He seemed to process the information, but I was concerned.Between Mason leaving to talk to Eleanor about Catherine yesterday and her not calling, I got the feeling something was happening with her.
I hope it wasn’t what I said to her.God,I felt like shit for assuming the worst.
When Mason rushed in the door at dinnertime, he immediately focused on Wyatt, barely glancing in my direction.We worked together to get Wyatt fed, bathed, and tucked in, complete with a story from Sergio.
Just like the night before, we shut Wyatt’s bedroom door, and I couldn’t help but open my big mouth.“Um, Mason?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled.
“Is Catherine okay?Wyatt mentioned that she’s sick.”
The color drained from his face.“She’s— she had an accident.”He nodded his head toward the living room.I followed.He pointed toward a chair, and I sat down.“She’s in a psychiatric facility.That’s what I had to talk to Eleanor about last night.”
My hand flew to my mouth.“Oh, my gosh!”I knew what this meant.They did not admit people to those facilities unless that had a plan or had tried to… my blood ran cold.“It’s all my fault,” I thought out loud.
Mason kneeled in front of me, a hand on my knee.“It’s not your fault.Normally, Catherine is not that easily upset, but since Eli… Well, she’s just not okay right now and she needs more help than we can provide.But it’s not your fault.”
“Bullshit it’s not my fault.I tell her she’s a shit mom and next thing you know, grippy sock vacation.”Tears slid down my cheeks.
Mason scrunched up his face.“What the fuck is a grippy sock vacation?”
“You know, the psych ward.Did she—?Did she try?Or just think about it?”I was afraid of the answer.
“She swallowed a bottle of benzos.Sergio found her before it was too late.”Nausea crept up my stomach, and I ran to the bathroom to vomit.I almost fucking killed Wyatt’s mother!
Mason came up behind me, pulling my hair back.“Hey, it’s okay.She’s gonna be fine.She’s in the hands of professionals.This is not your fault.You just got caught in the crossfire.If I had properly explained the situation, you never would’ve jumped to conclusions.If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”
My stomach heaved its contents into the toilet as tears poured down my cheeks.Mason rubbed my back, “Shh.It’s okay, baby.”
I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper and sat against the wall.“She’s okay now?Promise?”
“As okay as someone on a ‘grippy sock vacation’ ever is, I guess.”He shrugged.
“Jesus.You were dealing with that and then I threw myself at you like a sex-starved animal.”I put my hands over my face.
He chuckled.“I wasn’t complaining.”
“So many levels of inappropriate,” I mumbled.
“Candace.Look at me.”His fingers brushed my cheek, and I looked at him.“I’m the most inappropriate person I know.Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Hard to believe.”I rolled my eyes.This man exuded propriety.
“Candace.I knocked up the baby sister of the woman I was going to marry.If that doesn’t scream ‘inappropriate,’ I don’t know what does.”He had a point there.Someday I wanted the complete story.I accepted his proffered hand, and he pulled me up off the floor.“Let’s go get you some water.”
