Chapter 12“I could have handled that so much better.” Renée was sitting in her bedroom, on her bed, with Conchetta across the room at the small desk. Renée had gotten her hard crying out, at least for now. But she knew she’d be shedding tears for weeks. Hell, months.
Maybe even years.
Unless, that was, she could talk Jenny into listening to her.
“If you love her, why didn’t you want to marry her,” Conchetta asked, her voice gentle.
Renée shook her head. “I can’t explain.”
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“It’s…personal.”
Conchetta nodded. “I won’t force it out of you. “What are you going to do now?”
“Fall asleep, I hope. I sure as hell can’t take another night like last night.”
“I’d suggest you think about talking to Jenny. Give her a few days to cool off, and then approach her. Ask for an ear,
