Eloise
It had been days since Mike came to me with his apology, days of me tossing on my bed, clutching my pillow, wondering if forgiveness was too generous a word to give a man who had once gambled with my trust. The air in my house had grown stale from replaying the same memories: the sting of Damon’s words, the confusion that crawled into my heart, and Mike’s face when he admitted what happened years ago.
I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. My pride was starting to feel heavier than my heart. So I picked up my phone and dialed the one person who never sugarcoated anything.
“Ava,” I breathed when she answered.
“You sound like a storm about to break,” she said, her tone already bracing for confession.
“Can you come over? I…I need you.”
She didn’t ask why. “Give me twenty minutes.”
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