Chapter 47
forty-seven
CIAR
Ciar,
I’ve gone home to Scotland.
You promised me answers the moment you set foot back in Dublin.
You didn’t deliver.
You’ve been screwing with my feelings from our first kiss until our last. I can’t keep being disappointed.
We’ve been friends for years, and I’m beginning to think that you’ve only ever been interested in friends with benefits.
Unfortunately for you, or fortunately where Imogen and your son are concerned, you got two of your “friends” pregnant, and now you must feel cornered.
Consider yourself uncornered by me.
I no longer hold any expectations. I lost all hope of a true partnership between us the moment you shut me down last night.
I get it. Finally.
I’ll keep you informed of every appointment and where I choose to give birth, but that is where our interactions will end.
I am asking you to allow me to spend some time with Imogen when I come to town. I believe Tina would be amenable to meeting.
Do not fear that I will malign you to my family, our friends, or the children. Like I’ve said, we’re friends. You never offered me more than that.
It was my silly heart and assumptions that got us here.
I offered you my heart more than once, and you handed it right back each time.
Goodbye, Ciar.
Gray