“Do you want me to come out there? I can help you pack, take your mind off things, and maybe go out and have some fun?”

“No,” I say, wiping my nose. “I know you’re busy with work.”

“I just hired an intern and planned on passing some work her way. Plus, I recently finished up a big web design project so I’m only working on minor things right now. I have time.”

“You know he’ll hate it if you come out here.”

“Pshhh, why? I’m a delight.”

“You always get me in trouble with men.”

She chuckles. “Well, good thing you’re getting a divorce, huh?” With a wink, she opens her computer and starts tapping away. “I’m going to book a flight. I have some things to finalize, but this weekend, I’ll be there. It will be like old times—you and me, prowling the town.”

“I don’t want to prowl,” I say as I snuggle into my pillow, forgetting all about the seltzer water with a splash of cranberry juice that I poured myself. “I still love him, Nichole, even if he did hurt me.”

“Well then, you can watch me prowl. Maybe take some pointers for when you are ready to make a move.”

“Doubt that will be anytime soon,” I mutter. Underneath his selfishness and self-centeredness, I know he’s a good man. A great man, actually. The best. I just haven’t seen that man for a long time, and, it seems, no begging or conversation will bring him back.

“Either way, I’m coming to visit, and if you want, I will act as the big spoon at night.”

“Not necessary.” I crack a smile.

“Ooh, see, there’s a glimpse of my bestie. Just wait. When I get out there, I’m going to turn that frown upside down.”

“I don’t think I want to be cheered up,” I say, feeling like the weight of the world rests on my shoulders. “I think I just want to be sad.” We said vows to each other. Vows to love and cherish each other until death parts us. And I’m just so sad that those vows now mean nothing.

“Then I’ll be sad with you.” Growing serious, she says, “Myla, I know how much Ryot means to you. I know he’s the love of your life and the one who broke past the many barriers you’ve erected over time. And I know how much this decision has weighed on you, so trust me when I say I will be there for you in whatever capacity you need. Just give this girl a few days.”

“Thank you, Nichole. That means a lot to me.”

“I know. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” I sigh.

Chapter Four

Eleven years ago…

DrinkWithMe: Bisley Balls, I see that you posted another picture of your batting. Riveting.

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Sliding into my DMs? I’m surprised it took you this long.

DrinkWithMe: More like stomping into your DMs with a PSA. You keep reposting the same video. If you want to grow your audience, you really must push past your comfort zone.