Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Angus
T he exertion it takes to lift the rack of weights above my chest this morning is excruciating. Not surprising since I haven’t been to sleep yet. It’s eight in the morning. I’ve got a pot of coffee in my system, yet I have nothing in me. Physically, emotionally, or mentally.
Drained. I am completely drained.
Thank God, it’s Tuesday. I only have to make it another hour until my appointment with Dr. Laughlin. I think even the doc is going to be shocked and bewildered at how to deal with the Knox situation.
When I left Mom last night, things didn’t seem so insurmountable, feeling better than when I had arrived. Her pancakes have a funny way of doing that. But, once I was out of the comfort of Mom’s presence, the visions of Mia and my brother together plagued my thoughts. Erasing any hope I might have had.
Doubt crept back in.
Sleep never found me.
The pathetic sound of my voice telling Callen I was in love with Mia and Sawyer, haunting me.
The nausea hasn’t stopped swirling in my stomach as all the reasons we will never work overtake any bit of rational thought in my head.
But through all the negative thoughts, there is one thing louder than the rest of them. She loves me. She is in love with me.
I wish I could say the beauty in her words wiped away the bleak narrative consuming me, but that would be a lie. Because the negative is a hell of a lot easier to believe than the positive.
I’m not sure Mom is right this time.
Love may not be enough.