Just looking at this house makes me nauseous.” Smiling, hope swelling in my chest, I squeezed his hand. The next couple of weeks were two of the happiest of my life. The club was packed every night, Sawyer and Jake had set a date for their wedding, and Matt and I were so in love even I felt queasy thinking about us. A week after that, however, that sickening wave of doubt started cascading through my body again. I tried to convince myself that I was reading too much into the fact that Matt would leave the room to answer phone calls, or that he would disappear and return with a lame excuse about his whereabouts. Like the time he said he went grocery shopping. Matt wouldn’t have recognized a supermarket if it ran over him. Oh, and he failed to produce any actual groceries. Or when he went to the gym, something he’d never done before seeing as he had one at home which he rarely used.
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