then Emily. "I d

s hand and starts leading her away. "Stop being

ing in this house," I say, my

They're already ha

e! Take her back to wherever you picke

over your head. If I say she's staying, she's staying. If you don't like

d you do this?" I say. "Don't walk away

d to move your things into the guest room. I'm not sharing a

't move. I can't breathe. I hear them whispering and giggling as they

om suddenly f

and run outside, needing to escape. I don'

rd, asks as I approach, breathless. He's wiping

my hand.

a'

n keys,

why I need Ryan's car when I have my own. Honestly, I don't know eithe

en, let me

n. I'll dr

driveway and speed

~

manicure and pedicure, just to get my mind off things. Things that involve Ryan. But I'm no longer in the mood to get my feet and hands pampered. It's not even be

iness. The last therapist I spoke with said it's a defense mechanism. That I'm in denial of

hell. Ryan. Emily. The th

at I need

e nearest bar

ell the bartender. "Neat

g ni

to talk abou

the burn in my throat. It's harsh, but it's better than

ot, I hear someone cal

yes locked on mine. Before I can react, he's wrapping his arms aroun

"Who the he

t," he whispers in my ear. "I

away, a furious-look

it. You can't

, still keeping his arm around me. "Veronica, w

't Veronica,

ght, sorry. I get those mixed up somet

f my wedding ring, and I nea

me. "You marrie

what to say,

. "He spends one night with you and

n. A one-night st-" Luke beg

you,

off, leaving the two of

ker. At least she's off my back now." He turns to me, smil

e angry lady once stood. It all happened so fast.

t two,"

uke s