worried.
“It’s Nate, honey,” Sophia said. Her face molded into an expression of remorse as the words rolled off of her tongue.
I turned my head away from the door as soon as I heard his name. I couldn’t do this now. I wasn’t emotionally prepared. I hadn’t thought of a way to deal with this situation, and I refused to bring it up while I was still trying to recover. I wanted to get answers but I found that it was easier to lie to myself.
I wasn’t pretending that it never happened, nor was I completely set on forgiving him. However, I was in a phase where I could understand his motive. I’d been gone for months, he was succeeding in all the right ways with his career, and I wasn’t anything special compared to the people he associated with on a daily basis. Over the past week, I have kept asking myself if I would do the same thing if the roles were reversed and sometimes I find myself saying yes.
However, now was not the time to work myself up over something so petty. I might have caved. I was beginning to believe that I should put myself before others and not use Nate as a reason to get better. I should be fighting for myself. This is why I had to decline his visitation.
“No,” I whispered. It was painful to say but I had to stay strong. “I can’t.”
“I understand,” Sophia said before exiting out the door and speaking to the bulky silhouette in the hallway. Taking a vase of flowers from its hands, I watched as Sophia gently told him my message.
“What?” Nate yelled from the hallway. His voice squeezed my insides and I felt my pulse elevate. “No, wait. You have to let me see her!”
My ears stopped registering sound after I saw his body express every one of his emotions. I watched his arms extend into an open gesture before his shadow collapsed to its knees on the floor.
That was the hardest thing to do. However, with concerns for my health, it was also the smartest.
Chapter 15
“Alright, Miss Molly,” Sophia said lifting up my bed so that I could sit upright. “It’s time to go. Your sentence is up.”
I let a grin slip out the side of my mouth as I caught wind of her joke. Our eyes locked as she helped me into the chair and set my wig in place. After a touch-up on my makeup, she rolled me into the lobby. Once we had rounded the corner, a familiar face filled my view as it jumped up from its seat and beamed.
“Molly,” Adam said, breathlessly.
“That’s my name,” I said as Sophia finished up the paperwork. “Don’t wear it out.”
“Listen to this one,” Sophia said, having Adam sign on the dotted line. “She’s been like this for the past two weeks.”
I watched as Sophia and Adam packed up my gifts in boxes and lugged them out to the parking lot. After the last box had found its place in the trunk, Adam rolled me to the passenger’s side of his Mercedes A-series.
“So,” Adam said, fishing for things to say. After being apart for more than six months, I would have guessed it would be easier. However, I hadn’t taken into consideration where one would start their recap. “What is the one thing you have been looking forward to?”
I know what everyone was thinking I was going to say, but for the past couple weeks I had been trying to keep realistic expectations. While I would love to pick up dancing where I had left off, I knew that I had a lot of muscle mass and form to build back.
“Cooking,” I said. I smiled at the thought. “I really miss macaroni and cheese pizza.”
Adam burst out laughing. Sophia followed in toe a few seconds behind.
“Of all of the things you could say you missed,” Adam said, picking me up and setting me in the car. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my nervous system with his touch. My hands, which were splayed across his broad shoulders, felt each muscle tense beneath my fingertips. “You say cooking your own meals.”
I fastened my seat belt slowly, letting the anticipation build, before looking up at
“It’s Nate, honey,” Sophia said. Her face molded into an expression of remorse as the words rolled off of her tongue.
I turned my head away from the door as soon as I heard his name. I couldn’t do this now. I wasn’t emotionally prepared. I hadn’t thought of a way to deal with this situation, and I refused to bring it up while I was still trying to recover. I wanted to get answers but I found that it was easier to lie to myself.
I wasn’t pretending that it never happened, nor was I completely set on forgiving him. However, I was in a phase where I could understand his motive. I’d been gone for months, he was succeeding in all the right ways with his career, and I wasn’t anything special compared to the people he associated with on a daily basis. Over the past week, I have kept asking myself if I would do the same thing if the roles were reversed and sometimes I find myself saying yes.
However, now was not the time to work myself up over something so petty. I might have caved. I was beginning to believe that I should put myself before others and not use Nate as a reason to get better. I should be fighting for myself. This is why I had to decline his visitation.
“No,” I whispered. It was painful to say but I had to stay strong. “I can’t.”
“I understand,” Sophia said before exiting out the door and speaking to the bulky silhouette in the hallway. Taking a vase of flowers from its hands, I watched as Sophia gently told him my message.
“What?” Nate yelled from the hallway. His voice squeezed my insides and I felt my pulse elevate. “No, wait. You have to let me see her!”
My ears stopped registering sound after I saw his body express every one of his emotions. I watched his arms extend into an open gesture before his shadow collapsed to its knees on the floor.
That was the hardest thing to do. However, with concerns for my health, it was also the smartest.
Chapter 15
“Alright, Miss Molly,” Sophia said lifting up my bed so that I could sit upright. “It’s time to go. Your sentence is up.”
I let a grin slip out the side of my mouth as I caught wind of her joke. Our eyes locked as she helped me into the chair and set my wig in place. After a touch-up on my makeup, she rolled me into the lobby. Once we had rounded the corner, a familiar face filled my view as it jumped up from its seat and beamed.
“Molly,” Adam said, breathlessly.
“That’s my name,” I said as Sophia finished up the paperwork. “Don’t wear it out.”
“Listen to this one,” Sophia said, having Adam sign on the dotted line. “She’s been like this for the past two weeks.”
I watched as Sophia and Adam packed up my gifts in boxes and lugged them out to the parking lot. After the last box had found its place in the trunk, Adam rolled me to the passenger’s side of his Mercedes A-series.
“So,” Adam said, fishing for things to say. After being apart for more than six months, I would have guessed it would be easier. However, I hadn’t taken into consideration where one would start their recap. “What is the one thing you have been looking forward to?”
I know what everyone was thinking I was going to say, but for the past couple weeks I had been trying to keep realistic expectations. While I would love to pick up dancing where I had left off, I knew that I had a lot of muscle mass and form to build back.
“Cooking,” I said. I smiled at the thought. “I really miss macaroni and cheese pizza.”
Adam burst out laughing. Sophia followed in toe a few seconds behind.
“Of all of the things you could say you missed,” Adam said, picking me up and setting me in the car. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my nervous system with his touch. My hands, which were splayed across his broad shoulders, felt each muscle tense beneath my fingertips. “You say cooking your own meals.”
I fastened my seat belt slowly, letting the anticipation build, before looking up at
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