She imagined Brad’s likely responses. “He kissed your cheek and said, ‘No problem, babe.’”
“His exact words. So we’re through. Over. Done. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again if I’m dumb enough to forgive him and take him back, the way I did at Christmas and again back in September. He won’t change.” Her voice grew thoughtful. “Maybe he can’t change. But that’s not my problem anymore.
“My problem is what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.”
“Yes. You’re obviously an old maid. You better find a man pretty soon, Allie. Or no one will even look at you. You’ll end up in the attic, scaring the kids.”
“Jerkwad.” She took a deep breath. “You graduate next May, right?”
She nodded.
“Well, that means we have almost a year.”
Her heart pounded, terrified, exhilarated. “A year to what?”
