Page 49 of Homewrecker

My stomach sank. “Why not?”

“Blair.”

“No. You said you want to separate.”

“I do.”

“Then why haven’t you looked?”

“I can’t just pack a bag and disappear.”

“Nobody said disappear.”

“I know.”

“Then what?”

I leaned back against my headboard.

“You’re worried about her,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I can’t be the person you call about your wife,” I said, annoyed.

“I know.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

“Because this… This is how people end up doing shit they swear they would never do.”

Finally he said, “You’re right.”

I exhaled. “Go inside.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t call me like this again.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, Caleb.”

“Goodnight, Blair.”

I pulled the phone away.

“Blair?”

I put it back to my ear. “What?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Listening.”