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When we finished off our margarita pitcher, I told Court I wanted to walk along the water for a while, rather than ride home with her. She looked concerned that I was going to slip back into depression mode, so I reassured her with a hug. “I just want some alone time, so I can work up the nerve to call him to get some much-needed closure.”
She still looked skeptical, so I added, “I’m okay. I promise.”
I must have seemed sincere because she hugged me, whispered the words “Love you,” and jogged off to hop into her beat-up, little car.
I moseyed along the beach until I found a good rock to sit on. I stared at my phone for a long while and finally decided that I just needed to get it over with. Without knowing exactly what I was going to say, I pushed the button to dial Seth before I co
