We arrived at a favorite local spot for brunch around the same time and, after a short wait, sat in a booth.
“How was the drive up?” I asked Alexa. The traffic between Dallas and Austin often locked up, especially on weekends.
“Not so bad today. I left pretty early. How are things this morning?”
I threw my head against the backrest of the tall booth and groaned. “I don’t know. We traded texts last night but didn’t talk. I didn’t want to. I don’t know how to not say the things that need to be said. But the more I push, the more things seem to go wrong. I talked to my mom. She’s telling me to let Jeff do things his way. I don’t know what to do. I can’t just sit here and let Shannon snake her way into our lives. I don’t trust her. At. All.” My index finger sliced the air.
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