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“You can stay here.”
I shook my head and chuckled. “No. I can’t.”
After a few seconds, he nodded. “I’ll get you a room.”
“I have money. I just don’t have a car.”
“Sarah, you really should go home.”
“I didn’t run away.” My heart ached as I reached for the hard truth. “My dad kicked me out because I’m a flawed human.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
BONNIE TYLER “TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART”
Isaac leftme two thousand dollars. It was a lot, but not enough to last forever since I had to pay for a motel room and food. I waited for days to hear from him. Wesley told me he’d let me know if Isaac called or returned home.
On Monday, Vi visited me.
When I saw her through the peephole, I took a big breath and found a smile as I opened the door.
“Sarah.” Vi hugged me. “How are you holding up?”
“Fine,” I murmured while releasing her.
I wasn’t fine.
I was lost, angry, heartbroken, grieving, and scared.
She stepped into the room, surveying my minimal belongings, takeout bags scattered around, and my guitar on the bed. “I talked with your mom. She’s worried sick. Wesley didn’t think it was my place to tell her your whereabouts, butas a mother, I’m having trouble with it. I told her that you’re safe.”
“Have you heard from Isaac?”
She narrowed her eyes, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “No. And Matthew won’t talk to me or his dad, but I gather you’ve broken up. Is it because of Isaac?”
I cleared off my bed and sat on the edge as she leaned against the TV console. “Matt and I broke up because …” I shrugged. Did it matter? “We just don’t share the same dreams right now.” I dropped my gaze. “And I love Isaac.”
“What?”
On a slow inhale, I closed my eyes, and all I could see was him.
His knuckles brushing my cheek.
His adoring gaze sweeping along my body.
He made me feel like the sun because everything about him came to life when he looked at me. Indescribable adoration.
“It happened slowly at first, so slowly I didn’t see it. Then it just happened all at once. Taking my breath away. And no matter how wrong this tiny voice in my head said it was, my heart wouldn’t listen. It ignored every ounce of reason. I know I should feel regretful, but I don’t.” I looked up at the tears in her eyes. “Maybe I’m too young to handle a love that intense, but I’m not too young to feel it.” I fought my own emotions. “It’s all I feel,” I whispered. “And I miss him. I miss him more than I miss my family. And I’m so scared that he’s not coming back because …”
Because your husband has ruined your family.
And I’m lost.
Jobless.
Hopeless.
Godless.