Chapter Thirty-One
Brady
Can you have study group at the law school or one of the girls’ places tonight? I’m not feeling well. Elisa’s giving me a ride home.
Her text came in about an hour after I heard from Lou.
I spent that hour trying to murder a punching bag at the gym with my fists.
Now I’m sitting down on a bench in the locker room, sweat streaming down my face and burning my eyes.
I finally snap out of it and reach for a towel.
I hold it over my face, breathing in and out, trying to figure out what to do now that we’ve driven over the cliff.
Option number two is to do as she says and get out of the apartment for a few hours so she can clear out her things and go God knows where. Respect her wishes, give her some space and time, and eventually, like in five years or so, convince her to hear me out.
And then there’s option number three.
No problem, princess. Text me if you need me to get you anything. Dinner’s in the fridge.