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“Why did you call me this morning?”
“I really don’t feel like doing this with you right now.”
She shrugs, her green eyes bright with anger and something else I can’t pin down.
“Too bad,” she says. “Why did you call me this morning?”
“Because Alex and Taylor are pissed at me, I’m avoiding Willa, and I’m not sure I can afford an Uber.”
She shakes her head, like somehow that wasn’t the answer she wanted. She pushes off the hood of her car and stares at me.
“Want to know why I think you called me?”
I throw my hands in the air. “Enlighten me, since you clearly know me so well.”
“You thought I’d do whatever you asked and leave you alone. We’ve only been hanging out for a little while, you thought I’d feel sorry for you, or even better,understandwhatever it is you’re doing because I know what you’re going through. So, you called me thinking I would just roll over and shut up.”
Alright, she wasn’t that far off.
“Would’ve been really great if you’d actually done that,” I grunt.
She takes another step closer to me until she’s right in front of my face. I raise my eyebrows at her and smirk. Lucy looks down at my lips, then up into my eyes, and she has the audacity to shake her head and smirk back.
“Yeah, it would have,” she agrees. “Too bad I care about you.”
“Poor judgment on your part.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Why am I here, Lucy?” I ask softly.
“Because you’re grieving. And I’m starting to think you haven’t really done that in five years. I’ve been grieving for almost a year, and I know what the beginning of a dark spiral looks like because I saw it in the mirror. So, I brought you to the one place I thought would stop you from doing that.”
“The cemetery?” I scoff.
Lucy crosses her arms over her chest and we’re close enough that the movement causes her arms to brush against my abdomen. She nods her chin in the direction over my shoulder.
“Yes. Go see your mom’s grave, Wyatt. Talk to her, or don’t. Stare at the headstone. Walk around or sit in front of it, I really don’t care. Stay for an hour or three or five seconds. Do what you need to do. I’ll wait.”
“What makes you think that’s going to make any difference?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t. It certainly won’t make you feel better.”
“Then I’ll ask again, why am I here?”
“To work out whatever emotions you’re feeling with the one person you actually want to work them out with.”
I blink at her. She takes a few steps back and leans against the hood of her car again.
“Go, Wyatt. I’ll be here.” Her voice is softer now.
I turn around and stick my hands deep in the pockets of my jeans as I walk down the hill to my mother’s grave.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lucy
Thiswasn’thowIexpected to spend my day. I need to be packing for the trip this weekend, the trip I wassupposedto be taking with Wyatt. I don’t know what set him off, what caused him to get so drunk, and to be totally honest I don’t care. Because he should have handled it better, but the fact that he didn’t has me worried. Worried enough that I’m second guessing having him come with me.
