Chapter Sixteen
Skylar didn’t return until after I had gone to bed that night. Zoe never showed up or any other member of her family. I cleaned up the tequila, the snacks and the rest of the mess with my one good arm and regretted what I’d said to Skylar the whole time. But convinced myself it was the right thing to do. And it was. For her. Regardless of how shitty I might be feeling about it.
Neither one of us might think that after what we experienced last night with each other, but in five years when she’s happily married with kids, I’ll be the only one left hurting. She’ll be happy and loving her life. And at least I’ll still have her as a friend.
The following morning, I make us breakfast, and yes, I now realize how much I could’ve been doing on my own instead of relying on Skylar.
