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“Come find me, when you’re ready to try again,” I say softly.
And then I walk away, with tears filling my vision and the bittersweet taste of him still on my lips.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wyatt
Ihavetwooptionswhen Lucy leaves:
call an Uber to take me to Tipsy’s to pick up my truck or
call my sister.
Neither sound appealing, but calling Willa is a lot less expensive, so when she shows up in her white Honda Civic, I try for a winning smile.
“I know I stink, but we’ll ride with the windows down,” I inform her.
“Don’t,” Willa warns, her voice low. “Don’t do that with me, not now.”
“Don’t do what? Joke?”
“No, Wyatt. Don’t act like nothing happened. Don’t pretend that we’re fine, thatyou’refine.”
“What do you want me to do, then? Because right now, Willa, you either get this or nothing at all.” My voice cracks as I hold my hands out at my side, helplessly. “This is the best I can do right now, Bee.”
Willa shakes her head and unlocks her car doors, turning away from me as I can get in.
“Then try harder.”
“I’m going to. I just . . . I can’t right now.”
“Okay.”
We don’t talk the rest of the way to the bar, and when I get out, she rolls the window down and looks at me with so much pain and pity I can’t stand to look at her for longer than a few seconds.
“Wyatt?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you mean it? When you said you were going to try harder this time?”
“Yeah, I meant it.”
“Then call a therapist and get your crap together. And do it now. Waiting around isn’t going to do you or anyone else any favors.”
I nod once and she rolls her window back up before driving off. I pull out my keys, get in my car, and run both hands through my hair. And with no one else around, just for a few seconds, I completely fall apart.
Then I take my sister’s advice and start to get my crap together. I call my old therapist and I somehow manage to convince him to work me in for a very last-minute session.
Two hours later I’m sitting in the lobby of his office. It’s small, with white walls and dark wood accents. I tap my fingers on my bouncing knee, waiting for him to step out of his office.
