Page 3 of Don't Say You're Sorry

When I look at him, ready for him to lay into me with his words this time, all I can see is the back of his head before the door swings shut behind him.

He turned his back on me.

Just like I did to him.

CHAPTER 1

EASTON

Easton

Don’t go. Please.

Call me back.

Now, Adam.

Please, baby.

I just need to know you’re okay.

Did you land yet?

Answer the phone.

Why won’t you answer me? Are you okay? Please, just tell me you’re okay.

THREE DAYS AGO

“Michael Miller’s callingme?” I feign surprise. “Did someone die?”

He doesn’t find me funny. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“You haven’t called me in two months, Dad.”Not that I’m keeping count or anything.“Seriously, did someone die?” I ask, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder as I unlock the front door.

“No.” He sighs. “Veronica told me she talked to you two days ago.”

“Veronica, sure. She calls me. You don’t.”

“She fills me in.”

“And I’m sure you listen intently.”

Another sigh. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Because I enjoy pissing you off.” I grin, walking into the kitchen and dropping my gym bag on the floor beside the laundry room. “How many points did I score in my last game?”

“Twenty.”

Impressive.“What do you want, Dad?” I ask, not unkindly.

“Veronica said you’re not coming on Saturday.”

“So youdolisten when she talks about me.” I grab a soda from the fridge, popping the top and slurping loudly as I drink.

“Easton, it’s our ten-year anniversary party. Why are you not coming?”

“I don’t want to.”

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