October 11
He let me sweat it out for two seemingly interminable days, but today he was waiting at the thatch-roofed hut when I returned to the shop's dock after the afternoon dive trip.
His grumpy gaze and aloof stance let me know in no uncertain terms that he was still angry, but at least he was there. His presence alone was a huge relief and a big improvement over the last couple of days of worrying and wondering if he had left for good. I'll take mad, but present over that stomach-churning concern any day.
"You still love your ex," he spit the words out when I got close enough to hear them. It was part question, part accusation.
I told him firmly that I did not, in fact, still love Frank, but I could tell he didn't believe me. Deciding that drastic measures were called for, I looke
