32. Sylvia
SYLVIA
I drive home from Mike’s place at midnight, my contentment tainted by a sense of business left untended.
I should have told him everything. Not just the letters but the phone calls. I should have told him everything.
But when Mike talks about his dad, I see his affection along with his frustration.
It reminds me how reliant he is upon his dad’s goodwill, even for his job.
And that means Sierra and I are reliant upon it, too, with the settlement agreement.
We could get along without Mike’s financial support – we have before – but mostly I didn’t want to argue with him.
Of course, he will take his father’s side, at least first, maybe for good.
It made more sense in the moment to encourage him to speak up and share his ideas.
It made more sense in the moment not to tear apart such a wonderful precious thing as what’s growing between us. I want it to last and if that means delaying an inevitable discussion, I’m up for that.
Because it’s one thing for his father to compel Mike to choose, but it would be quite another for me to force it .
Still, I feel like a coward.
I have to figure out how to talk to Mike about this and soon.