25
Sutton
I’d stood at that window until the plane was long gone and then some.
He’d left.
I’d laid it all out there, and he’d still left.
I felt…horrible. No, worse than horrible. Like my insides had become my outsides. Like I might throw up at any moment. Like everything in my world had just come crashing down, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Worst of all, I’d done this to myself.
I’d made David think that I wasn’t actually ready for this. And he’d believed me. He didn’t think I was ready, and running to the airport to stop him hadn’t made it any better. In fact, it seemed to have made it worse. Because, now, he was gone for good, believing that all he did was cause me heartache.
Now, my heart was broken.
And I felt as dead inside as I had the day that Maverick died.
