Jilted: A Love Letters Novel by Kristen Blakely

Author:Kristen Blakely [Blakely, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Graduation day dawned, cool and windy. The sun that had blazed down on Baltimore for several days had concealed itself behind gray clouds. His mood as bleak as the weather, Jon scowled at his reflection in the mirror as he tugged his tie straight.

How had the weekend gone so horribly wrong?

He had originally been scheduled to leave the next morning after breakfast. Marisa would have been happy to cover for him for longer, but who knew if he even needed that extra time? He had thought that he had been staying to fight for something.

The prior night had disabused him of that notion.

His claim was no stronger than Bharat’s. He was, like Bharat, only privy to a part of Anjali’s life.

So what now?

Stay and fight for her, or stay and support her as she made the right decision?

But what if the right decision isn’t me?

Until last night, he had not contemplated the possibility that he might not be the right decision for her.

She fitted in with her family, beyond the color of her skin and the charming lilt of her upper-crust British accent. They loved the same foods, had the same way of talking at the same time and interrupting each other without giving offense. With so many doctors in the family, they practically had their own language. And she danced like a temple virgin, each precise movement so graceful, that she must surely have been touched by a goddess.

On the other hand, she loved breakfast at midnight at Blue Moon Café, the wild abandon of salsa dancing, and lazy Saturday mornings cuddling on the couch with him.

Who are you, really, Ange?

The thought nagged at him as he made his way into the auditorium at the Johns Hopkins Medical School. The large room was rapidly filling with family and friends of the graduates, and the murmur of conversation buzzed through the room. Jon would have been quite happy to sit on his own, but Bharat’s parents, Esha and Dev, saw him and waved him over to join the gathering.

Jon found himself seated with Bharat on one side and Anjali’s mother on the other—quite possibly the last place he would have selected for himself, given a choice. Fortunately, the ceremony and the seemingly endless stream of graduates across the stage precluded the need for conversation.

Anjali’s name was called, and warmth swelled his chest. The rush of love, of pride and joy, caught him by surprise, considering the emotional turmoil and uncertainty she had put him through the past few days, but in that moment, it was enough to enjoy Anjali’s triumph. It was made sweeter when she was recognized and applauded for her academic distinction in a class full of anxious overachievers.

Jon relaxed into a smile. All those late nights listening her to complain and vent about her coursework over Skype, those weekend evenings spent massaging the knots out of her back and neck, those early morning calls, when panicked by the sudden conviction that no hospital would take her for a residency, she had called just to listen to him breathing over the phone.

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