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Maybe that was why I drank so much… to drown my sorrows once I realized I had no way of contacting her.
It didn’t take me long to work it out. I was letting myself into my apartment when it occurred to me. I felt such a fool, and rather than going upstairs to dwell on that, I closed the door again and went straight to Dawson’s, ordering a large glass of red wine.
“What’s she done now?” Dawson asked, bringing it back to me, along with a glass of what appeared to be sparkling water. That wasn’t for me, but for him, and we clinked our glasses, raising them, before we both took a long drink. As usual, he was wearing jeans and a check shirt, along with the customary scowl which has adorned his otherwise handsome face, ever since his wife walked out on him.
“Who?”
He frowned. “Your ex. Who else?”
“How do you know she’s done anything?” I asked, taking another long sip of wine, and then another, even longer one, as thoughts of Sabrina filtered back into my head.
“Experience,” he said, rolling his eyes. “So, what is it this time?”
“She’s moved another guy into her house,” I said, and he frowned.
“When did this happen?”
“About a month ago.”
“And Nash didn’t mention it to you?”
“Sabrina swore him to secrecy. I don’t think I’d know even now if Dean hadn’t told me.”
“Who’s Dean?”
“Her boyfriend. He met us at the front door when I took Nash home and introduced himself.”
“Jesus. What did Sabrina say?”
“Nothing pretty. But that’s Sabrina for you. Evidently, it’s none of my damn business what she does.” I sipped some more wine.
“Well, I suppose she has a point,” he said, and I put my glass down.
“Except where her decisions impact on Nash. If he wasn’t involved, I wouldn’t give a damn, although can you believe she accused me of being jealous?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” I finished my wine, and he poured me another. “She can do whatever she likes as far as I’m concerned. Let’s face it, she did when we were married, so why would I care what she does now we’re divorced? The point is, she moved this guy in without even talking to me about it first. I’d noticed Nash had been quiet, and now I know why.”
“You think he doesn’t like the guy?”
I shook my head. “It’s not that. I think he just didn’t like having to keep secrets from me. He seemed okay once it was out in the open. It’s just I wish sometimes that Sabrina would remember he’s our son, not hers.”
“No. He’s your son when it suits her, and hers when she wants to score points,” he said, and I couldn’t deny that. Instead, I drank some more wine and looked up at him, noting the sadness in his eyes. “I guess I should be grateful Stevie and I never had kids,” he said. “She might be living with Peony’s ex somewhere on the other side of Concord, but at least we don’t have to communicate with each other anymore.”
“Speaking of communicating, have you heard anything from Peony?”
He shook his head. “No. She’s still giving me the silent treatment. Not that I’ve ever understood why. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not belittling what her ex did to her,” he said, and I noticed he still couldn’t say Luca’s name, even after all this time. “But it wasn’t the same, was it? They’d been together for a couple of years. I’d been with Stevie since we were sixteen.”
“I know. I get that.” Better than most.
“And in any case, Peony’s moved on, hasn’t she?”
“She certainly has. I take it you’ve heard she’s had her baby?”
He nodded his head. “It was a boy, I gather.”
“Yeah. They’ve called him Rory.”
