Page 40 of Crossing The Line 2
But his arm is around her waist. His body is angled toward her. They look intimate.
"Sutton?" Keira's voice sounds far away. "What's wrong?"
I can't speak. Can't breathe.
I just hand her the phone.
She looks at the screen, and I watch her face change. Shock. Anger. Disbelief.
"This has to be fake," she says.
"It's not fake." My voice sounds hollow.
"Sutton, I’m sorry."
"He fought with Holden. About Bree. And then this." I take the phone back, staring at the image like it might change if I look long enough.
“There could be an explanation?—"
"Like what? His arm just accidentally ended up around her waist? She just happened to be wearing his hoodie?" Tears areburning my eyes. "He hasn't called me all night, Keira. Not once. But he had time for this."
"Maybe you should call him. Ask him what's going on."
I'm crying now, hot, angry tears streaming down my face. "I'm so stupid. So damn stupid. Everyone warned me. But I didn't listen. I thought we were different this time."
"You are different."
"We're not!" I throw my phone across the room. It hits the wall and clatters to the floor.
Keira pulls me into a hug. I sob into her shoulder.
All the fears I've been pushing down come flooding out. The money insecurity. The worry about Seattle. The constant feeling that I'm not enough for his world.
And now this.
Proof that maybe I was right to be worried.
"I should've known," I whisper. "After the fight with Holden. After not calling me. I should've known something was wrong."
The evidence is damning.
Why should I trust what I see? I’ve been in this place before. Back then, I thought I was wrong, but now I think I was right all along.
