I sat on Russell’s offer for a couple days before I decided to talk to Briella about it. I wanted her in my life, and that meant asking her to help me make the decision.
I asked if I could stop by late Wednesday night, after Kyle was in bed. She replied that he’d be asleep by eight-thirty and that she’d leave the door unlocked.
She was in the kitchen when I walked in, pulling a cake out of the oven. I closed the door silently behind myself and toed off my sneakers. She turned after she set the cake on the counter like she’d known I was there the whole time.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Kyle didn’t go down easy tonight so we have to keep it down.”
I nodded and went to her, pulling her into my arms for a long hug. There was so much I wanted to say to her, but I knew she wasn’t ready to hear al
