Page 134 of Late Nights & Love Lines
Me:I promise.
Seb:What the fuck, Row?
Seb:Where are you?
Me:Trust me.
Closing out of his messages, I press Leo’s number.
“Row? Where the hell are you? Sebastian’s losing his shit.”
“I told him not to. Plus, it’s only been ten minutes max,” I say.
“You left, Rowan. And you have a history of running. What do you think he’s going to do? He’s losing his?—”
“I’m coming back!” I shout to be heard over his spiel.
“Then why are you calling me?”
“Can I stay in cabin twenty-two when I come back? Just for a while.” Take that, number twenty-two. I’m taking my power back.
“Why would you…”
“He might hate me for a little while when I come home, but I don’t want to be too far away from them.”
“Jesus, Row. What are you planning to do?”
“Take control of my life,” I say quietly.
“He’s going to skin me alive for this,” he hisses.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes,” he sighs. “What can we do to help?”
“Help?”
“Yes, help, Rowan. That’s what families do. How can we help?”
Warmth spreads through my chest. “Just make sure they all remember that I love them.”
“Have you told them that?”
The wild thump, thump, thump of my pulse makes it hard to talk. “Not yet, but I will.”
“Rowan,” he groans.
The taxi pulls up to a tall building. I quickly slide my credit card through the reader and jump out of the car. “I have to go, Leo. I’ll be home soon.”
“Be smart, okay? Things never work out when one partner goes off half-cocked. You need to communicate with each other.”
“Thanks, Leo.”
Hanging up, I open the texting app one more time.
Me:Our dresses will arrive tomorrow.
Me:Make sure you hang them up in the closet so they don’t wrinkle.
