Page 70 of Make Me Trust Again
I watch as they make their way to John’s truck, and then I stay in that exact same spot until they’re long gone.
A shudder goes through me, so I wrap my arms around my middle, rubbing at my upper arms, but I don’t think anything can chase away the chill.
Swallowing hard, I go back inside.
Busy.
I need to stay busy.
Maybe if I do that, I won’t worry constantly over the next 48 hours about Kyle and if he’s okay.
Putting the cart on the side, I walk to the shelf and look over the options. I grab some cereal for myself, tucking the box under my arm, and turn back to the cart, lifting my hands.
Do you?—
But Kyle’s not there.
Because he’s with his father.
Dammit.
Grabbing a box of his favorite cereal, I put both into the cart and pull out my phone. I’ve done that exact thing countless times since Kyle left. I’m not sure why, because for the first time in forever, I actually have my ringer on. If there is a call or a text, hell, even a damn notification, I’ll hear it, and yet, I can’t stop checking it.
Of course, there are no new texts, just a picture of Kyle and me, laughing back at me and making my heart ache.
I bite the inside of my cheek to the point I can feel a metallic taste in my mouth.
“Rose?”
I turn around at the sound of my name, only to find Becky standing behind me. Her smile falls the moment she sees me, a worried expression reflecting on her face.
“Are you okay?”
I clear my throat and push out a smile. How many times has that been today? You’d think it would feel more natural at this point, but nope. “Yeah, all good.” I take her in, noticing a few bottles of wine in her basket. “Shopping?”
“Yes, I just realized we ran out of wine, and there is no book club without some so…” She tilts her head to the side. “You’re still coming right?”
Shit.
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Maybe. There’s just been a lot going on lately.”
“I get it. You should come. If you’re worried about Kyle, I’m sure he’d want to hang with the boys…”
The mention of Kyle is like a pang to my gut. An ugly reminder that he’s not with me, and he won’t be. Not for another 44 odd hours.
“Or is he with your parents?”
“Umm… He’s with John.”
Becky blinks as the realization dawns on her. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” I shrug. “Weekend visitations.”
Becky presses her lips into a tight line as she watches me carefully for a moment. “I’m sorry, Rose. I can’t even imagine how hard it must be.”
“I hope it doesn’t stay this way.” I run my fingers through my hair, giving her an apologetic smile. “I’m not sure if I’ll be the best company today, if I’m being completely honest.”
