27
Isaac
Peyton had tears in her eyes.
God, I hoped they were happy tears.
I’d meant every word of it. After Aly had fallen asleep on me on Christmas, I’d decided that I couldn’t sit by and let this happen to me. If Peyton was what I wanted, then I couldn’t let her be the one to have to make the sacrifices. Happiness was a two-way street.
So, I’d booked the first flight to New York for me and Aly, held my nose as I paid the insane hotel price, and purchased tickets to Peyton’s show. I had no idea how it was all going to go down. But I didn’t think Peyton wanted to give our relationship up any more than I did, and if that was the case, then I had a plan to fix what we’d broken.
“We can make this work,” I assured her again. “I really think that we can.”
“What about Aly?” she gasped.
