Chapter Eight
“I’ve lost her.” It had been two days since Amy slammed the door in Barrett’s face. He hadn’t seen or heard from her and he was on the phone with Carlie.
“Why didn’t you tell her sooner?”
“You know why. She would have run away.”
“Not necessarily. You should have given her the chance. The thing about Amy is she is very accepting of almost anything, but being lied to. You know what happened with Lucas. Lying to her was the worst thing you could have done.”
“I was scared. Now, I’ve lost her.” Barrett stared into the fire burning in the fireplace. It was Sunday evening and his whole weekend had been miserable. He constantly checked his phone, looking for any sign whatsoever from Amy.
But, there had been nothing. He had talked off and on with Carlie, the one mutual friend t
