Page 44 of Wreckage and Rain
“That isn’t the only way to betray someone.”
His face empties.
“I deserve a husband who sees me. Not one who walks past me in his own house. Not one who remembers me when he needs somewhere to come home to.”
“I see you.”
“You forgot the day I was born.”
The words land between us.
He sits down again, but this time it isn’t because I told him to.
It’s because his legs seem to give out.
“You need to decide what your priorities are,” I say. “Look at where your time goes. Your attention. Your energy. Look at who gets the best parts of you and who gets whatever is left.”
He stares at the floor.
“And you need to take a hard look at Cheyenne. Because whatever you believe is happening between you, she believes something else.”
“She’s never said anything.”
“She doesn’t have to.”
“You don’t know what she thinks.”
“No. But I know how she looks at you.”
He rubs both hands over his face.
“And I know how quickly she moved her hand when she saw your wife.”
“Nothing is happening.”
“Then stop behaving like there is.”
His hands fall.
“One of you understands what this has become, Colt. I don’t know which possibility is worse. That it’s her and you’re too blind to see it, or that it’s you and you’ve gotten very good at lying to yourself.”
I start toward the hallway.
“Where are you going?”
“The guest room.”
“Summer, please.”
I turn back.
“Don’t follow me. Don’t knock. Don’t send me some beautiful text at midnight because you can’t stand sitting with what I said.”
He looks wrecked.
A month ago, that would have been enough to make me cross the room.
Tonight, it isn’t.
