Chapter 19Earlier tonight, I paced the living room, with the phone pressed to my ear.
“Derek, I should come over,” Lene said, on the other end.
I couldn’t let her do that. “No…I’ll be okay. My mother is with Aunt Fran and I’m going to see her tomorrow.” I stopped by the large bay window and watched the dark sky. “She sleeps all the time.” My voice broke. “They keep upping the morphine.”
Aunt Fran was dying.
“I can’t believe your boyfriend would just leave for the weekend like that. With everything that you’re going through. Derek, I don’t—”
“Oh, Lene, he’s not my boyfriend.” I’d said those words in such a cavalier and detached tone. But Nathan wasn’t my boyfriend, lover, fiancé, anymore. Our story was ending, I could feel it.
“It’s over, isn’t it? You’re going to call the whole thing
