she has anything available.”
“What did he say?” I asked.
“What did who say?” Dallas asked.
I hadn’t realized that we’d finally caught up. I
was too distracted by other thoughts.
“Wyatt,” Callie answered.
“What about him?” Dallas asked over his shoulder
as we continued to walk.
“I told Vi that he’s trying to find someplace else
to live.”
“Yeah. I feel bad for the guy. Has to put a damper
on your social life to live with your parents,” he said.
“Does Bethany have any vacancies?” I asked. “I
thought I got the last place.”
“No idea. But it can’t hurt to ask,” he said.
“Besides, think of how easy it would be for him to
get to work,” Callie said.
“And how close he’d be to you,” Dallas added.
“Me? What do I have to do with it?”
“Please.” He scoffed and pointed at Callie. “You
know this one doesn’t keep her mouth shut. And if you didn’t know that, now you
do. He slept on your couch? We’re not stupid.”
“But…”
“We know,” Dallas said.
“You’re married,” they said together and I rolled
my eyes.
“I guess I do sound like a broken record,” I
huffed.
“Then do something about it. Change it, listen to
a new song.” Dallas smiled. “You’re only twenty-four. Life is just getting
started.”
I stopped walking abruptly, his words echoing in
my ears.
“Um, you two go on without me,” I said, waving
them forward and pointing at the short wall next to us. “I’m just gonna hang
out here.”
“Are you okay?” Callie asked.
“Yeah. I’m good. Just need a break.”
“If you’re sure,” Dallas said. “We’ll be back in
thirty.”
“No rush.” I smiled.
I watched them disappear among the other people
walking the trails and enjoyed the quiet around me.
I’d spent the night before talking about
Will—something I hadn’t planned on doing. And even after I’d said I was
done talking about him, I had still thought about him—something I hadn’t
allowed myself to do for a while because it was too painful.
When I’d left our apartment that day, moving all
of my things out, I’d listened to him begging me to stay. I heard the promises
of change and making things better. I had struggled right alongside my husband.
I’d worked a job that paid very little and managed to save some of it for when
we needed it.
He had never sacrificed anything for us. His
music, his dream, was alive and well. And I had slowly died inside, and I’d
never realized it. I’d slowly turned into a woman I never wanted to be—bitter.
I was as much to blame for what had happened to us
as he was.
Okay, well, maybe not as much because I never
cheated.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found his
contact information filed under Cheating Asshole
Husband and hit the Call button.
“Vi?” He answered on the first ring, his voice
conveying his shock that I called.
“Hey, Will. How are you?” I asked. It was the
first time we’d talked in a while, and I was able to keep the anger out of my
tone.
He exhaled loudly. “I’m so glad you called. Are
you okay?”
“I’m fine. I was out for a walk and thought I’d
call. You doing all right?”
“Better now that I’ve heard your voice,” he said
quietly.
I started to smile, but then I remembered how good
he was at sweet-talk.
“I have so much I want to say to you. I’ve wanted
to call, but I didn’t know if you’d answer.”
“What would you have said if I did?”
“I would have told you how sorry I was and how
much I love you.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. You have to know that, Vi,” he said.
“Hold on.”
There was a thud when he set the phone down and I
could tell that he was talking to someone in the distance so I waited. I was
looking around and a mother with a jogging stroller passed by and smiled. Something
on the phone caught my attention and I heard something else.
“I’ll call you later,” I heard him say, though it
wasn’t completely
“What did he say?” I asked.
“What did who say?” Dallas asked.
I hadn’t realized that we’d finally caught up. I
was too distracted by other thoughts.
“Wyatt,” Callie answered.
“What about him?” Dallas asked over his shoulder
as we continued to walk.
“I told Vi that he’s trying to find someplace else
to live.”
“Yeah. I feel bad for the guy. Has to put a damper
on your social life to live with your parents,” he said.
“Does Bethany have any vacancies?” I asked. “I
thought I got the last place.”
“No idea. But it can’t hurt to ask,” he said.
“Besides, think of how easy it would be for him to
get to work,” Callie said.
“And how close he’d be to you,” Dallas added.
“Me? What do I have to do with it?”
“Please.” He scoffed and pointed at Callie. “You
know this one doesn’t keep her mouth shut. And if you didn’t know that, now you
do. He slept on your couch? We’re not stupid.”
“But…”
“We know,” Dallas said.
“You’re married,” they said together and I rolled
my eyes.
“I guess I do sound like a broken record,” I
huffed.
“Then do something about it. Change it, listen to
a new song.” Dallas smiled. “You’re only twenty-four. Life is just getting
started.”
I stopped walking abruptly, his words echoing in
my ears.
“Um, you two go on without me,” I said, waving
them forward and pointing at the short wall next to us. “I’m just gonna hang
out here.”
“Are you okay?” Callie asked.
“Yeah. I’m good. Just need a break.”
“If you’re sure,” Dallas said. “We’ll be back in
thirty.”
“No rush.” I smiled.
I watched them disappear among the other people
walking the trails and enjoyed the quiet around me.
I’d spent the night before talking about
Will—something I hadn’t planned on doing. And even after I’d said I was
done talking about him, I had still thought about him—something I hadn’t
allowed myself to do for a while because it was too painful.
When I’d left our apartment that day, moving all
of my things out, I’d listened to him begging me to stay. I heard the promises
of change and making things better. I had struggled right alongside my husband.
I’d worked a job that paid very little and managed to save some of it for when
we needed it.
He had never sacrificed anything for us. His
music, his dream, was alive and well. And I had slowly died inside, and I’d
never realized it. I’d slowly turned into a woman I never wanted to be—bitter.
I was as much to blame for what had happened to us
as he was.
Okay, well, maybe not as much because I never
cheated.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found his
contact information filed under Cheating Asshole
Husband and hit the Call button.
“Vi?” He answered on the first ring, his voice
conveying his shock that I called.
“Hey, Will. How are you?” I asked. It was the
first time we’d talked in a while, and I was able to keep the anger out of my
tone.
He exhaled loudly. “I’m so glad you called. Are
you okay?”
“I’m fine. I was out for a walk and thought I’d
call. You doing all right?”
“Better now that I’ve heard your voice,” he said
quietly.
I started to smile, but then I remembered how good
he was at sweet-talk.
“I have so much I want to say to you. I’ve wanted
to call, but I didn’t know if you’d answer.”
“What would you have said if I did?”
“I would have told you how sorry I was and how
much I love you.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. You have to know that, Vi,” he said.
“Hold on.”
There was a thud when he set the phone down and I
could tell that he was talking to someone in the distance so I waited. I was
looking around and a mother with a jogging stroller passed by and smiled. Something
on the phone caught my attention and I heard something else.
“I’ll call you later,” I heard him say, though it
wasn’t completely
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