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Anger flows from the pit of my stomach. Hate, regret, fear, devastation all bubble to the surface. I look at him and want him to understand. He did this. Todd did this. “Because of you and him! You’re the same. You leave. You take and take, and then you both threw me away like I was nothing.” The agony pours out from every fiber of me. “Am I that bad? Am I worth nothing? Don’t you see, Zach?” I choke on the words. “You left me alone and scared. Then Todd put me together only to fucking hang himself because I wasn’t worth the time to talk about it. He left me and those boys like we meant nothing. God!” I grip the side of my head as I explode from every cell in my body. I can’t stop crying or feeling. My words are like a volcano erupting. “Selfish! You’re both selfish!”

“Presley.” He steps forward, but when he touches me, I flinch back. “It wasn’t like that with me.”

His words only enrages me more. “It was exactly like that! I’m not healing because you all have cut me so deep, there’s no cure. I needed you to stay! I loved you so much that a part of me died when you left me. You broke me so much more than I even knew! I got better though. I picked myself up and found my second chance. I needed him to stay! I needed you to stay!” I step back as a sob erupts from my chest. “Why couldn’t you have stayed?”

That’s the thing though, no one ever stays.

Zach’s arms are around me before I can say another word. I cling to him like he’s my savior. I need him so much right now. I don’t know why. I can’t grasp anything except the pain I feel and the comfort he’s offering. In this moment, he feels safe. He holds me close as I weep.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he tightens his embrace. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, Presley. I loved you more than you ever knew.” He doesn’t loosen his hold as he continues. “I never wanted to leave you. I wanted to figure it out.”

He’s keeping me together. I can’t speak or even think. I allow his arms to envelop me. I don’t want him to let go because I fear that I’ll fall apart.

Zach pulls back, gripping my face in his hands. His thumbs wipe the tears that fall. “Your husband, though, he must’ve been desperate. No one would ever leave you unless they had no choice.”

“Don’t,” I plead. “I should’ve never said anything.” In all these months I’ve never said the words aloud. The lie of his death has been my own load to carry, and I’m being crushed by it.

“You’ve been keeping this in all this time?” My lips quiver as I see the pain in his eyes. He may not have known Todd, but he can see the agony I’m in. “Pres, who else knows?”

My body shakes as the reality of what I’ve revealed truly hits. I told the last person I’d ever want to confess my secret to. I start to backpedal. “That’s not what I meant.”

His eyes widen. “What part?”

“Nothing. I’m drunk and didn’t mean what I said.”

Zach steps back and the door flies open. “There you are!” Felicia’s eyes narrow in on Zach’s hands on my wrists. “Baby?” She saunters over. “I was looking for you.”

I tug my arms back and wipe my face. I will not let her see anything.

“Hey,” he says with a tremble in his voice. “Presley was upset. I was checking on her.”

She rolls her eyes and her arms slither around his torso. “She looks fine now.” I hear his sigh as she continues to twist the knife. “Let’s head home.”

The bile churns inside my stomach, and I want to throw up. I hate this girl. “Give me a few more minutes out here,” Zach says, looking back at me as he pushes her arms off him. “I’ll be right in.”

Her arms fall. She’s clearly pissed. But a fragment of my fractured heart just became Zachary Hennington’s. One look, one choice, one moment of time was all it took to reaffirm all the reasons I loved him once upon a time. He dismissed her—for me.

“Zach,” I say as Felicia crosses her arms. “I’m fine.” It’s the furthest thing from the truth, but I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want the pity that comes with him knowing my secret.

Grace comes through the door, stumbling a little. “Good Lord! Where the hell have you been?” She clutches her chest.

“Sorry.” I plaster on a fake smile.

Felicia takes this distraction to attach herself to Zach, and he clearly looks uncomfortable.

“I thought you left when you weren’t out front, or I don’t know.”

I head toward her, hoping to calm her down. “Everything is good. We were all just coming inside.”

She loops my arm in hers, and we walk toward the door. I pause for a second, look back at Zach, and mouth the words, “Thank you.”

He nods, and I pray he’ll keep my secret. The last thing I need is for people to find out what really happened. There are enough rumors and people talking now. If they know . . . there’s no way I can contain it.

 

 

G RACE DOES HER BEST TO get my mind off things. We dance, but my head spins with how easy it was for me to tell him. And how good it felt to be in his arms. It scares me because it would be effortless to let myself go back there. He’s the boy who taught me to love. He’s the boy I saw myself growing old with, having children with, and yet he destroyed me.

“You having fun?” Grace asks slightly out of breath.

“Tons.” I smile at her. The truth is . . . I want to go crawl in bed and cry. As much as I hate that I told Zach, it hurts more that I said it at all.

“Liar.”

“Little bit.”

She rests her head on my shoulder. “We can go.”

“No, it’s fine. We can stay a bit longer. Besides, your man is heading this way.”

The guy who Grace has been eyeing all night asks her to dance. She’s so funny. I know she doesn’t really like him, but I also know what trying to move on from a Hennington is like. God help her.

I look over at the dance floor where Zach has Felicia in his embrace. I imagine myself as her. The way his body feels, the ridges of his chest, the strength of his arms, and how he can make you forget all your pain. When we were young, he was able to take my worries away. I never felt scared. I loved that so much about him. I think that was the worst part of losing him—the uncertainty. Watching Felicia share that with him is difficult. Does she know the person he is? Does she know how much better he is than her?

My eyes open to see him watching me. My breathing stops as we share something in this stare. All I feel is his regret, and all I give him back is my forgiveness. I turn away, hoping to break the connection, but it feels as if my heart is no longer in my chest.

I can do this.

I’m not falling for him again. Nope. I’m drunk and not thinking straight.

Unable to stop myself, I look back at him. He gives me a smile, then looks at Felicia as she turns and glares at me. I get up and head to the bar. I don’t need to witness their lover’s quarrel.

“Looks like trouble in paradise.” The bartender smirks as he hands me my drink.

“I wouldn’t know.” I refuse to look over, but I’m sure he’s talking about Zach and Felicia.

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