28
WYATT
I thought I’d been doing the right thing, stepping aside so Haley and Garrett could be happy together.
I’d f****d up. Big time.
I gained a roommate I didn’t want—but liked too f*****g much for my own comfort.
While I didn’t have a spare bed, I had a pullout couch in the room I’d set up as an office.
Garrett had made himself at home while I stewed over what to do.
He’d told me what had happened after he and Haley had woken up, the anguish in his tone, the misery in his eyes hitting my chest like another sledgehammer, stealing my breath.
I had caused his hurt.
Dragged up torment for Haley that I knew she’d fought hard to overcome.
I wanted to text her to tell her why I’d left, but she would blame me as much as she was pissed with Garrett. She would cling to that anger to s
