I can't eat.
I can't talk.
I can't even sit still.
I wait until Madison is gone before I push my seat back, then I walk out of the restaurant without a backward glance.
I can't cry. This is neither the time nor the place.
I'm strong.
I wrestle the car door open and I get in, then I slam it shut behind me.
I lean back and close my eyes.
Dammit, Brent!
What the f**k does the guy want? I've done everything I could think of, and s**t still ain't working. I can comfortably say that it's not my fault. God knows I tried.
He took someone to the very same place that we went on honeymoon.
The audacity!!!
Ryder opens my door but I don't turn to look at him. I keep my eyes on the windshield.
I don't blink.
I can't blink without shedding the tears that are filling my eyes, and
