“Becca, it wasn’t like that. You know it wasn’t.” I didn’t know how to make her understand that Mark was not the innocent man she was making him out to be.
“What I know is that you have received everything you fantasized about. What I also know is that when I didn’t get my fantasy I turned to my dream. The one of Friday night football games, Saturday barbeques, Sunday church, and family dinners; of buying a house close to Mom and Dad, having beautiful kids, and a dog. The whole American dream. And what I know is that you killed me when you left me four years ago, but Ari, you fucking crucified me when you killed my fiancé and with him all my plans and dreams, again.”
“No.” No. I was shaking my head.
“You want me to share with you how I feel about everything? NO. Too fucking bad. This is my cross to bear, and I sure as fuck am not going to let a backstabbing bitch pretend that she will help me with it only to know, when given the chance, she will be loading it down with more weight.”
I watched her leave and wondered if we would ever be friends again. I knew we would never go back to the way we were, but I wanted to at least be more than mere acquaintances. I thought about Mitch asking what he was saving those women and kids from when they had nothing left to go back to. After our talk and watching her go, I knew she thought she had nothing left to lose. Knowing about the drugs and parties, I wondered if she would even make it through the night. And if she did, then how far away was the night she didn’t make it through?
The End
First, Jennifer Short Benson, without your help and guidance I would have jumped off that ledge many times.
Next, my beta readers Lindsey Armstrong and Malinda Boyd Burchett, you girls are wonderful. Jessica Hodnett, you have some grammar superpowers. Really, you freaking rock.
Finally, Jenny Carlsrud Sims, my amazing editor, took an interest in my story and held my hand through the editing process. I’m looking forward to working with you in the future.
And last but not least, my family for their support and patience. I love you. XOXO
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