BRITNEY
Josh was unpleasantly quiet the whole ride back. The entire trip–on the plane, in the car back to my place. I kept trying to think of something to say, to lighten the mood, or at the very least try to relax him, but nothing came to mind. As if it weren’t bad enough that I showed up in his life a year later, now Chrys and Mason were sparking memories in him I knew he wasn’t ready to revisit.
“You want to come in?” I finally asked when his driver pulled up at my apartment.
“No, I should get home,” he said politely.
“Come on, just for a little bit. It’s eight on a Saturday night. You have a date or something?” I asked, finding myself hoping the answer was no.
“No,” he chuckled. I gently pulled his arm.
“Come on,” I urged.
“Okay,” he finally agreed and followed me in. He stood i
