He sees it and regret swims in his expression, but then he’s gone, leaving without another glance, his motorcycle roaring to life outside.
I can’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks.
Of course he’s gone. I knew that’s how this would end all along.
Jared
“Dammit!” I pull the drill out of the plywood and pluck out the broken bit. It’s the fourth one I’ve broken from leaning on the drill too hard. I worked all night and straight through the day today working on Angelina’s warehouse. I set up a studio in the back, complete with a sprung hardwood floor, mirrors, and barres. She can teach dance there if she wants to do classes, or use it as her rehearsal space. The main section of this warehouse is her performance space. That’s where Trey and I are working now. I’m finishing up the s
