The Wrong Side Of Us by L. B. Reyes

Author:L. B. Reyes [Reyes, L. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

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When I got home, it was silent. All the lights were out, and when I searched out the bedroom, I realized the bed was empty. I saw Evie’s figure out in the balcony as she looked out at the city.

I opened the door, and if she felt me, she didn’t show it; she didn’t tense, and she didn’t say a word. The air surrounding her was solemn; it wasn’t lively like earlier that day.

“I’m sorry I arrived with Derek.” Her soft voice surrounded us; she did know I was there. There was a pause until she cleared her throat and spoke again. “I wasn’t thinking, but I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just that I was so excited because—”

“The last thing I want to talk about is Derek,” I interrupted. “Don’t you get it?”

Even with the distance between us, I could clearly hear the gulping sound. She simply nodded, not turning around or sparing me a glance.

“My appointment is in a couple of days. Will you be able to come with me?”

This time her voice was full of emotion; it almost seemed like she was having trouble speaking up, like it took all her strength to get the words out.

“It’s in the morning, isn’t it?” I replied, taking a step forward. I heard her shaky breathing, then a soft sniffle.

“Yeah. I know you’re busy, but…I would like for you to go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m going. No matter what’s going on between us, it’s still my kid.”

The words came out harsher than I intended. Everything added up: her reluctance to stop talking to Derek, her inability to care for what I’d said, and I still managed to feel bad about her being so distressed. I pushed it away in that moment because, despite how I pissed I was, Evelyn would always be my weakness.

“Am I still welcome…at the gallery?” My chest constricted at the tone of her voice. The events from earlier in the day replayed in my mind: the happiness on her face followed by the heartbreak when I’d been so cold to her.

“Not with him, you’re not.”

She nodded in understanding. “I understand. I just wish you’d let me explain.”

Whatever she wanted to say, I knew I wouldn’t listen, at least not in that moment. I was still too angry, too blinded by anger to pay attention to what she had to say. Instead, I excused myself and got in the shower, hoping to wash away the shittiness of the day.

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