I wanted to save him, but I couldn’t. His father’s death ruined us both.
I could still remember the day he told me his father died. It stood out so clearly in my mind. Just thinking about it made my stomach tighten and my throat feel dry. I swallowed hard and tried not to think about it anymore.
I could push him from my mind. I could if I tried really hard.
It had become easier to do as the years passed.
But seeing him again had undone all the work I had done trying to put him out of my mind.
I knew this time I couldn’t push thoughts of him to the back of my mind. I was already reeling after seeing Wyatt for the first time in almost five years.
I closed my eyes and pictured his face the way I remembered it. His hair long and his brown eyes full of life.
He wasn’t yet broken in those visions. He was just Wyatt. Fun, adventurous, cocky Wyatt.
But that boy was gone, and this man in his place? I wasn’t sure who he was at all.
And him being here just meant trouble for me.
The life I had built for myself and Noah was going to crumble at my feet, I just knew it.
Chapter Four: Hailey
I was with Wyatt when he got the news.
His mom called while we were at dinner. We were laughing about something stupid, I can’t remember what, when his phone rang.
He was still chuckling softly when he answered. His voice was light-hearted and full of happiness when he said, “Hello,” into the phone.
I watched as the smile faded from his face and his shoulders slumped forward. We had been dating for over three years and I had never once seen him look like that.
His brown eyes darkened until they were almost black and he nodded slowly, listening to his mom’s voice. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I could hear the rise and fall of her voice.
Whatever was going on, it was bad. Really bad.
I watched Wyatt closely, straining my ears to hear what his mom was saying. All I could hear was her occasional sobs and a soft whisper. My eyes were glued to Wyatt’s face, but he didn’t look at me until he hung up the phone.
As he set the phone down on the table, his eyes rose to meet my gaze. I reached across the table and took his hand in mine. He let me, but he didn’t move to return my hold. His fingers were cold and limp in mine.
He looked like a statue, sitting there with wide eyes and a vacant expression. Deep down, I knew what the news was, but I waited for him to tell me. I didn’t want to assume the worst until I knew. Until he said the words.
It was minutes before Wyatt moved again.
Slowly, he began to shake his head side to side. Our waiter came over to bring us the check. I took it and waved him away impatiently, my eyes never leaving Wyatt’s face.
I wanted him to know I was there. I wouldn’t speak. I wouldn’t move. Not until he did, but I would be there with him.
I would sit at that table in that restaurant all night if that was what he needed.
While Wyatt processed the news, his expression slowly began to change. He no longer looked empty, he looked sad and determined. Then thunderous.
His eyes hardened and he looked at me with a steely glint that made me want to turn away from him.
I didn’t.
Not now when he needed me.
I held his gaze and waited for him to speak. When he finally did it was just two words. Just two words that would change his entire life and I didn’t know it yet, but mine too.