Darren
I didn't say anything. Couldn't. The line stayed open, though. Neither of us hung up.
"Darren?" she said, after a while. "Are you… okay?"
I set the helmet down, slowly, and slid to the floor, my back hitting the garage wall. The concrete was cold through my jacket, seeping into my bones. "No," I said, and my voice broke. "I'm not okay. Not even a little. I've been up half the nights, thinking about you. Wondering if you were eating, if you slept. Every second, Leila. Every single second, I was thinking of you. Without you, I'm…." I swallowed, hard. "I'm not whole. I can't even breathe right."
A soft, shaky exhale on the other end. "I know. I feel it too. I will leave him. I promise. As soon as I can figure out how—"
"How?" I scoffed. "It's easy. You walk out his door right now.
