Remi
I sat against the end of the bed as tears just flowed freely. I don’t know how long I sat here; my legs and butt were numb, and I didn’t care. I just stared absentmindedly at the door, too numb to think about when they would eventually walk through it. Gentry had tried knocking and calling for me earlier, then Carson as well. I just couldn’t bring myself to open the door. I held it together and got through dinner. I was at my limit after dessert, feeling like I was going to burst from the pressure in my chest. I excused myself, ignoring the looks of pity. I hate those looks—pity for the girl who can’t keep anything.
I wondered if things would have been different if I had told them instead of surprising them. Maybe they wouldn’t have scheduled anything this morning and showed up. I
