Forever an Ex: A Novel by Victoria Christopher Murray

Author:Victoria Christopher Murray [Murray, Victoria Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781476748856
Amazon: 1476748853
Publisher: Touchstone
Published: 2014-06-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Five

A tornado had swept in and caused all of this chaos in my life.

The only thing was—I was that tornado. I’d caused the confusion.

I knew this. I could admit this. And, I was going to fix this.

Now!

I looked at the bedroom door that Brock had slammed shut about ten minutes ago. But right as I took a step forward, I took three back. I wasn’t ready to face my husband. Not until I could tell him that I’d apologized to Quentin and was on my way to making amends.

So I went into action. First, I grabbed my cell from the dining room table, then rushed into the family room. My hands were shaking as I scrolled through my phone to Quentin’s number. Before I clicked on his name, I said a quick prayer that he would listen. That he’d be able to hear me above all the curses that I was sure he wanted to send my way.

But after just one ring, my call hit his voice mail.

I hung up and dialed again.

And this time, he answered.

“Quentin!” I breathed.

Then the click of the call ending. Without a word, Quentin had hung up on me.

I sighed and pressed his number again, but a second later I ended the call. I could’ve taken him hanging up on me again and again, but what good would that do? Quentin needed time, and right now that was all I could give him.

Next, Harmony.

But before I even scrolled through my phone to find her number, I stopped. Quentin said that her number was disconnected.

So without being able to talk to Harmony, I had to go to my son next.

If the timing of all of this had been just a little bit different, Christopher wouldn’t even be involved. If Quentin had come yesterday, or tomorrow, or early this morning before Christopher and Evon had gotten here, or even later tonight when the four of us would’ve been out to dinner . . .

But Quentin had timed it so that my son and my husband heard the worst about me. Of course, Christopher was livid. I would’ve known that even if I hadn’t seen his barefaced anger when he looked at me before he raced through the door to get to his father.

I owed my son an apology . . . I owed them all one. But Christopher also needed to hear my side. I wasn’t just out there trying to ruin his father’s life.

I scrolled to Son, clicked, and the picture of Christopher’s face shining bright with his smile popped up. I held my breath, but after only one ring, the call went to voice mail. I called again. Another ring, then straight to voice mail. I hung up, called again. Same result.

I could tell that my son was pressing ignore every time he saw my name. That was something I’d told him and Tori never to do, at least not as long as I was paying their bills.

I hadn’t paid one of Christopher’s bills in years.

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