The weekend couldn't come soon enough after Sarah left. I hadn't heard from her since her outburst, but Steve had let me know that she was safe. Well as safe as Sarah could be drinking herself to death. But knowing that she wasn't in immediate danger gave me a chance to think about what I needed to do going forward.
My love for Sarah never waned, even after all the issues we'd been having, but I had finally realized that I was fighting a losing battle. Our relationship had gone off the rails soon after my mother's death, which was funny since mom had been so against Sarah and me being together.
"What's on your mind?"
I looked up from swirling my coffee that I had been stirring absentmindedly to see my dad leaning back in his chair with his own drink nestled between his hands.
"Just… w
