“If Andrew failed your test, then Eric made sense.”
When she answered, her voice was almost too quiet to hear.
“Then maybe it wasn’t relationships.”
I waited.
“Maybe it was just mine.”
I pulled into our driveway and shut off the engine.
Neither of us reached for the doors.
“Then maybe it wasn’t relationships.”
After a minute, Kayla said, “I wasn’t trying to take Andrew from you.” She finally looked at me. “I just needed to know.”
I reached for the door handle, then stopped.
“But being heartbroken explains why you wanted proof.”
Kayla watched me.
“I wasn’t trying to take Andrew from you.”
“It doesn’t explain why my ‘no’ stopped mattering to you.”
Her hand went still around the phone.
And this time, she didn’t argue.
Inside, Kayla put the ugly robe back on the chair.
“I am sorry,” she said.
I waited.
