The Space Between Us by Monica Alexander

Author:Monica Alexander
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, musician, friends to lovers, confident women, famous loves
Publisher: Monica Alexander

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Sloane

“You seem off?” Tate said to me when I answered his call. “What’s wrong?”

I sighed, not sure if I should lie or tell him the truth.

I opted for the truth.

“It’s actually the anniversary of my mom’s death,” I told him, surprised at how easy the words came.

“Oh,” he said, seeming stunned. “I didn’t know your mom had passed. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I told him. “She’s been gone for over a decade. This day is always a sad one for me though, just remembering and all.”

“Wow, she was always so nice to me when I was over at your house,” he mused. “I’m so sorry you lost her, Sloane.”

“That was actually my stepmom,” I told him. “My parents got divorced when I was ten.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t even think about that. You called her Mom, so I assumed she was your real mom.”

“Nope, but she’s been more of a mother to me than my real mom ever was. And when she was the only mother in my life, it just felt normal to call her Mom.”

“My stepdad’s like that. He’s actually more relatable to me than my real father. I’ve just never thought to call him Dad. He’s always been Carl.”

“You were also older when your parents got divorced. I was ten.”

“How do you know when my parents got divorced? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it.”

“You actually mentioned it when we were in Miami. But we also talked about it ten years ago when it was happening,” I reminded him.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he said after a few seconds, like he was remembering our long-ago conversation. “We talked about it after you heard my parents fighting. I was so embarrassed at the time. I don’t think I ever thanked you for helping me feel not so alone with what I was going through.”

“Divorce is hard,” I agreed, remembering the constant fighting between my parents when I’d been a kid.

I could remember being in the basement, practicing my routine for the next pageant my mom had put me in, and when they would start fighting, it would screw with my concentration. So I’d turn up the volume on the amplifier I was using and sing as loud as I could, just trying to drown them out.

“Not as hard as losing a parent,” Tate said softly.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No, it definitely wasn’t as hard as that,” I agreed. “But my mom didn’t take care of herself. She drank too much, and she didn’t listen when people told her to get help. In the end, it was so bad that her liver just gave out. I think that was the hardest part, that there wasn’t anything we could do.”

She’d also stopped speaking to me completely by that point in her life, which I didn’t want to tell Tate, because I didn’t like to talk about it. But my mom’s drinking was what had killed our relationship to begin with. When she drank, she

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