“I can’t do this,” she said. It was almost a sob. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. I can’t stay with you if you’re...” Engaged. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Instead, a single sob broke free from her soul. Vicky buried her face in her arm, personal items in her other hand, and ran. Gavin could only watch her go.
“Vicky,” he spoke to the night in her absence. Above stars blinked and twinkled, and around him crickets sang. As stunning of a night as it was, Gavin didn’t see any of it. In Vicky’s absence nothing mattered.
Gavin slammed his fist against the door frame. The wood splintered, deep cracks running up and down along the grain from the site of impact.
“Damn you, Finn,” Gavin hissed. A lawyer’s words were always calculated, and Gavin knew Finn well enough to know that he hadn’
