Page 49 of Addicted to You
“Sorry.”
I blew out a breath. “I guess I have twelve hours to box my shit and pack for the tour.”
“I can help if you want,” Silas offered.
“We don’t even have boxes anymore.” I stood. “We got rid of them after Britt and I unpacked after our move.”
He stood as well. “I can go get some.”
“Thanks, but you know?—”
“I’m not supposed to go anywhere alone yet.” He squeezed my shoulder. “I’m not looking to score. I’m just trying to help. I feel kinda guilty.”
“You don’t need to feel guilty. You did nothing wrong.”
“I know, but let me go get some boxes. I’ll be super quick. You can even drug test me when I get back.”
Part of Silas’s recovery plan with me involved gradually increasing alone time. After six weeks, I hoped he would be strong enough to handle moments on his own, whether that meant dealing with solitude or the pressure of being in environments where his addiction might have once thrived. It wasn’t just about the time apart so much as teaching him to trusthimself again.
“All right. You can take my—shit.”
“I don’t want your shit.” He chuckled.
I snorted. “No. What am I going to do with my truck?”
“Oh. You can’t leave it here?”
“I could, since that was what I had planned to do.” I sighed.
All I wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible and avoid seeing Britt again. The thought hurt, but it was easier on my heart. I couldn’t stand the idea of coming back and seeing her with Kenny—that would shatter me more than I already was.
“Let’s just get everything of yours packed and stored in the guest room. Then we can get a hotel for the night or until we can fly to LA. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I wanted to hug him but instead, I grabbed my keys by the door and handed them to him. “Let me know if you strike out with boxes.”
Silas left, and I stood there for a moment not sure what to do first. Everything continued to replay in my head. I hadn’t expected to find out Britt was cheating on me, of course, and it hurt like hell.
I wandered around the apartment, aimlessly touching things I hadn’t noticed before. I looked down at the coffee table where a few of Britt’s medical books were stacked, one with a pen still bookmarking a page. It should’ve made me feel angry, but instead, it reminded me of how invested she’d been in her career, and how much I’d admired her for it. The way she’d always been so focused, so sure of what she wanted. And now … it felt as though I never truly knew her.
In the hallway, I passed the pictures that lined the walls. A few were of me and Britt together on various vacations or over the holidays with her family. I stared at the one where Britt had wrapped her arms around me, our smiles wide and genuine. My heart twisted in my chest. How could she have lied to me? How could she have cheated on me? How could she have betrayed me when I had put everything into us?
My gaze dropped to the picture next to it. A shot from last summer when we’d spent a weekend at Lake Livingston. The sun had been setting behind us, casting a warm glow over the water. I had my armaround her, pulling her close like I always did. We looked happy.Shelooked happy. I thought she was happy with me.
Torturing myself with memories wasn’t going to help, so I turned and made my way into our bedroom to gather my clothes and belongings.
I hadn’t even started sorting through my things when I heard the front door open. Silas was back, a stack of boxes in his arms.
“Found some,” he said, setting them down with a grunt. “You sure about this? I can come back and help you with this after the tour.”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely sure of anything. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with. Plus, my time with you will be over before the tour ends. It’s better if I just get everything packed up now, so I don’t have much to do when I get back.”
“Okay. What should we pack first?”
“I don’t even know.”
“Do you have sticky notes or those tab things?”
I blinked. “I think so. Why?”
