CHAPTER NINE
Finally, I was home. Gwen asked if I wanted her to stay with me, but I said it was probably a good idea for me to be alone. I had to get over it myself. I needed to work things out in my head.
The first thing I noticed when I walked through the door was the answerphone; it was full of messages. I listened to them all. Every single one of them was from Grayson. In each one he sounded more distressed and hurt than the last. I guess I felt sorry for him. I’d got to the stage where I didn’t really care what he’d done to me a couple of weeks before. From the sound of those messages, he’d been in enough pain. Still, I wasn’t going to phone him. If he wanted to explain, he’d have to call me. Mind you, did I really care? Not exactly. He had hurt me too.
It was early Saturday aftern
