I’d never cried over anyone, especially not in front of somebody who I … loved.
But as soon as Sage told me that I could let it all out, I couldn’t stop the tears from springing from my eyes and running down my cheeks. I couldn’t push back the pain any longer. My wife had hesitated to choose between me and her bitchy best friend.
How f*****g terrible was that? I had never felt more like garbage.
Sage unbuckled my seat belt and laid my upper body on her lap, her fragile fingers running down my arm. My shoulders bucked back and forth, the heartache almost too unbearable. She trailed her fingers to my hair and gently stroked it.
“Why …” I cried, voice cracking.
I didn’t even know how to finish the sentence. I had so many questions that couldn’t be answered by Sage. So many rhetorical tho
