“Okay. Starting over. You were caught up to where I had a public meltdown in church. And you know Coop gave me Theo’s note, and now you know what was in it. Then, when I got home, I wrote Theo an email that basically explained how I was feeling about everything. Then later that night, he showed up and…uh…we…”
Suzanne scoffs. “Don’t pop a vessel trying to find a delicate way to say ‘We screwed our brains out,’ princess.”
I say softly, “We didn’t, though, Suzanne. We made love. Sweet, intimate, passionate love.”
She mutters, “Dear God in heaven, what did I do to deserve this s**t?”
“I’ll assume that’s a rhetorical question and continue. Both times after we made love, he disappeared. When I woke up in the mornings, he was gone.”
She gasps in outrage. “He didn’t!”
She sounds so horrified
