After dinner, I followed Rylee up the stairs, and she stopped on the third floor and turned to me. I didn’t really know what to expect because I had treated her like s**t yet here she was, and I didn’t know what to say other than sorry, which wasn’t really good enough.
“Well, this is me,” she said and turned to walk down the hall.
“You’re sleeping in the guest room?” I asked her.
“Well, I am a guest here,” she said, and my heart sank.
“Okay,” I said and turned towards the stairs again.
“We should take some time to talk,” she said.
“We should,” I said to her.
I lay in bed and thought about everything I wanted to say to her, everything I should say to her, but knowing she wasn’t staying kind of ruined all that, not that I could blame her. I was surprised she was even here now.
