Seventeen
Susanna
I close the guest room door behind me and lean against it, my whole body shaking.
I let him stay. I'm giving him another chance.
Am I insane?
I pull out my phone and text Hillary.
Me: I'm home. Teller is here. We talked.
Hillary: And?
Me: I'm giving him a chance to prove he can change.
Hillary: Are you sure that's a good idea?
Me: No. But I'm not ready to give up yet.
Hillary: Okay. But if he fucks up again, you're done. Right?
Me: Right.
Hillary: I'm here if you need me. Day or night.
Me: I know. Thank you.
I set my phone down and lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
What am I doing?
I should leave him. I should pack my bags and file for divorce and move on with my life.
But I can't. Not yet.
Because despite everything, I still love him.
And I need to know if he can actually change. If we can actually fix this.
Or if I'm just delaying the inevitable.