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“I always wondered why you two split after high school.”
“Because my mom’s a horrible person and he’s a coward.”
She hums. “I wouldn’t say coward.”
I lean back to scowl at her. “Don’t tell me you’re on Cash’s side.”
She raises her arms in the air. “I’m on your side, Indigo. Always.”
“Good,” I mutter.
“What is it with men and throwing it all away for fame?”
“Do you mean Dylan?”
“Dylan’s a jerk.”
“Are you ever going to tell him why you won’t go out with him?
“Are you kidding? And miss watching his dumb face go all confused because I don’t fall at his feet? No way.”
“Dumb face.” I giggle. “At least, we have each other.”
It will always only be each other since I will never find a man to love the way I love Cash. My chance at happiness - at a husband and family walked out my door this morning – and he isn’t coming back.
My heart clenches and breathing becomes difficult. I gasp. “He broke my heart.”
Virginia rubs circles on my back. “Let it go, Indigo. Let it all out.”
And I do. My heart cracks open and all the pain and hurt I’m feeling tumble out. I curl into a ball on the sofa to keep my insides from spilling out as the tears fall down my face. Until the upholstery is wet with my tears. Until I can no longer handle the pain and pass out.
Chapter 34
Truth or Punch – the game you play when you fucked up your life
Cash
There’s a knock on the door and Dylan sighs before standing to answer it. My ears perk up as I listen for who’s here. Maybe it’s Indy. Maybe she’s returned to me.
“Your family’s here,” Dylan announces as he leads my brothers into the living room.
“What are you guys doing here?” It’s the middle of the day. Shouldn’t they be working?
“It’s time,” Miller declares.
“Time for what?”
Brody slams a bottle of tequila on the coffee table. “For truth or punch.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I don’t drink hard liquor.”
“Because your mom was an alcoholic?” Brody asks.
Riley elbows him. “Way to be sensitive.”
“I’ve got beer.” Dylan grabs a six-pack and sets it on the coffee table. “You good?”
No, I’m not good. The woman I love is not in my arms. I will never be good again.
