Chapter 11
Rafe: I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you. I wish you were here.
I stare at my phone, unblinking.
Another one pops up on my screen.
Rafe: Grant has gone. NDA signed.
I expel a whoosh of air; I wasn’t even aware I’d been holding my breath.
The past few weeks have been a blur. I’ve spent time with my brothers, my dads, and I still feel empty and alone.
When Warwick filled me in on all the details surrounding the photograph, and knowing Grant was behind it, should’ve shocked me. It didn’t, of course. I have never trusted Rafe with him. He’s either a closeted gay or a seriously horrible homophobe. I doubt it even matters. Not to me, anyway.
What do I do about these texts? Because I love him. I miss him, and I wish I was there with him. But he watched Grant show me out of the house and never said a word. As much as I said I’m only a phone call away, I’m not ready to forgive him.
Not yet.