48. Luke
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. . .
Bailey wasn’t on the property when we got back. At first nobody thought much of it.
Everyone was still emotional from the awards show, talking over each other in the kitchen while Noah opened beers and replayed clips from social media on his phone.
Mom cried twice watching the performance back and Dad pretended he wasn’t wiping his eyes every few minutes. But as the day stretched on…
Bailey still didn’t come home.
I messaged Rachel to confirm Bailey was on the red eye and should be back by now. Rachel stayed behind in Nashville, to “wrap a few things up”. I had a feeling she was behind the Kacey tell all, but she wouldn’t admit to it.
I stood on the back deck staring toward the trees while unease crawled slowly beneath my skin.
“She answer you?” Noah asked quietly from behind me.
I shook my head. Her phone went straight to voicemail now.
The cold mountain air bit through my coat but I barely felt it. Because something in my chest already knew where she went. I grabbed my keys without saying anything.
“Luke,” Noah called carefully.
I paused.
“If you find her…” He hesitated before adding softly, “Just… Bring our girl home.”
I nodded once before heading for the truck.
The trailer park looked smaller than I remembered, or maybe I just finally saw it clearly now.
Half the trailers sat abandoned, metal rusting beneath years of weather while patches of snow still covered the gravel roads in uneven layers.
The old basketball net still leaned sideways near the entrance and the tiny convenience store where Bailey used to buy slushies after school had plywood over the windows now.
Time moved on.
I parked near the back lot and shut the truck off. Silence swallowed everything immediately.
I got out of the truck, scanning the area and then I saw her.
Bailey stood behind the trailer she grew up in near the small patch of clearing hidden from the rest of the park. The old tree stump she used to stand on was still there beneath a dusting of snow.
I remembered the last time I saw her like this, in that exact spot. Fifteen years old sitting behind the trees with my guitar while Bailey sang songs she was too scared to let anyone else hear.
Back then she used to close her eyes while she sang, like if she couldn’t see people looking at her, they couldn’t hurt her.
I stayed still for a long moment just watching her. The wind moved softly through her hair while she stared out toward the mountains.
Then quietly, her voice carried to me, “You found me.”
I swallowed hard. “I always will.”
Her shoulders tightened slightly at that.
For a second I thought she might tell me to leave.
Instead she laughed softly without humor.
“You weren’t supposed to be like this anymore…
” Her voice cut off, but I had to know what she was trying to tell me.
“I don’t understand what that means, Bailey. I’d follow you anywhere….”
Bailey finally turned then, tears already shining in her eyes. “I know.”
That hit me right in the fucking chest. Silence stretched between us while the last of the snow drifted slowly around the clearing. Then suddenly she looked angry, “Then explain it to me, Luke.”
My chest tightened instantly. “Bailey…”
“No.” Her voice cracked, “No more vague answers. No more ignoring the elephant in the room… because I am trying so hard to understand what was real and what wasn’t.”
Every word hurt and the old me wanted to protect myself, defend, make excuses. Instead I took a deep breath and listened.
“You disappeared on me,” she whispered. “You left me alone inside our marriage and I kept telling myself if I just loved you enough… if I just waited long enough… eventually you’d come back to me.
But you never did. You broke us… You broke me enough that I had to walk away from the only man I ever loved and file for divorce… ”
I physically felt myself breaking apart listening to her.
“And now suddenly…” She laughed bitterly through tears. “Now suddenly you’re this man I always thought you could be. You show up. You listen. You hold me when I fall apart. You look at me like…” Her voice collapsed briefly. “Like I’m still your person.”
“You are.” The words came out instantly. Because there wasn’t anything more true. She was my person, the love of my life and I failed her, but I would never do that again.
Bailey shut her eyes hard like hearing that physically hurt.
“Then why wasn’t I enough for you to choose me?” she whispered.
The real wound opened between us. Because it didn’t start with Kacey, the pills or the tabloids.
I moved closer carefully, stopping just in front of her. “You were never the problem.”
Her jaw tightened instantly. “Then explain it to me because I don’t understand.”
I nodded slowly. Because she deserved the truth now. All of it.
“I spent our whole relationship thinking I had to earn my place beside you.”
Bailey blinked at me through tears. “What? I never…”
“I know how insane that sounds,” I said quietly. “But it’s the truth.”
The wind howled softly through the trees around us while I forced myself not to look away from her.
“You were always…” I shook my head trying to find the words. “Bailey you’ve always been bigger than life to me. Even here. Even when we were kids and had nothing. You walked into every room like you carried sunlight within you.”
Tears slipped silently down her face now, I wanted to pull her into my arms. But we needed to do this. This needed to be said.
“And instead of feeling lucky enough that you loved me…” I laughed bitterly at myself. “I got scared.”
“You were never scared of me.”
“No,” I admitted softly. “I was scared of losing you.”
That made her go still.
“I kept thinking eventually you’d wake up and realize you deserved better than me. Someone more successful. More polished. Someone who fit beside the version of you the world was building.”
“Luke…”
“So I started chasing.” My voice cracked slightly. “I thought if I got successful enough… famous enough… if I built something separate from you… then maybe I’d finally feel good enough to stand beside you.”
She stared at me silently while snow settled softly into her hair.
“And instead,” I whispered, “I just kept moving further away from the only thing I actually wanted.”
Bailey wiped angrily at her face, saying, “That still doesn’t explain Kacey. Or the drinking. Or the pills. Or missing Sadie’s wedding.”
“No.” I nodded painfully. “It doesn’t.”
Because those things were mine. My choices. My damage.
“The drinking started because I hated myself,” I admitted quietly. “And once I realized how badly I was hurting you… I couldn’t sit with it.”
I swallowed hard.
“So instead of fixing it… I numbed it.”
Her chest shook visibly now.
“I started acting like someone I didn’t even recognize because pretending to be that guy hurt less than admitting I was destroying my marriage.” The tears burned harder behind my eyes. “And the worst part?” I laughed once without humor. “You kept loving me anyway.”
Bailey physically folded in on herself at that.
“Do you know what my therapist asked me?” I said softly.
She shook her head.
“He asked me… if loving you felt that good, then why did I throw it away.”
The silence afterward felt enormous.
“And I realized…” My voice cracked harder now. “I never actually believed someone like you could love someone like me forever.”
Bailey stared at me like I’d just shattered something inside her. “Luke…”
“I know,” I whispered quickly. “I know how fucked up that sounds now. I know you never made me feel that way. That was me. That was my own shit. My own insecurity. My own fear.” I stepped closer carefully. “You spent years trying to hand me love and I kept acting like I had to earn it first.”
A sob broke loose from Bailey before she covered her mouth quickly. “I waited for you,” she whispered brokenly. “For years.”
I closed my eyes briefly because hearing that out loud nearly destroyed me. “I know.”
“You were my home.”
I felt tears spill down my face. “I know,” I whispered again.
For a long moment neither of us moved.
Then Bailey asked quietly, “So what changed?”
I looked at her honestly. “I broke.” The words hung between us.
“I hit what I thought was rock bottom. Then rehab and therapy stripped everything away,” I admitted.
“The ego. The noise. The excuses. All I had left was the truth.” I wiped at my face roughly.
“And the truth was that I didn’t actually care about any of the shit I was chasing if it cost me you. ”
Bailey’s expression crumbled slowly.
“I loved playing music,” I said softly. “But somewhere along the way I started treating success like survival. Like a necessity…” I shook my head. “But you…” My voice lowered. “You were always the dream. My dream…”
Her eyes shut hard.
“And Sadie…” I swallowed against the grief rising. “Sadie made me promise that when you broke… I’d be there.”
Bailey started crying harder.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me today,” I said quickly. “Or tomorrow. Or even at all if you can’t.” I took a shaky breath. “But I need you to know I finally understand what I did to you.”
We stood there, standing in the ruins of our childhood. In the ruins of our beginning. I held my breath waiting for what she would say next.
“What if I can’t trust this version of you yet?”
I nodded immediately. “That’s fair.”
Her eyes searched mine desperately. “What if this changes again? What if you wake up six months from now and disappear all over again?”
“That’s why I’m still in therapy.”
That surprised her slightly.
“I go twice a week,” I admitted. “And I want… eventually…” I hesitated carefully. “I want us to do a session together.”
Bailey blinked.
“Not because I think therapy magically fixes this,” I added quickly. “But because I think you deserve a place where you can say everything you need to say to me. With someone there to help us through it.”
Her face softened slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“You don’t have to be yet.”
Snow continued to drift softly around us. Then after a long silence Bailey whispered, “I hated you for making me question what was real.”
That one hurt the most. Because she should hate me for that. “I know.”
“And I still love you anyway,” she admitted brokenly.
The words nearly dropped me to my knees. I stepped closer slowly, carefully, giving her space to pull away. She didn’t. So instead I reached up and brushed snow gently from her hair.
“I love you too,” I whispered. “I always will.”
Bailey’s face crumpled completely then. And when she finally stepped into my arms…
I held her like I would never let her go.