He kissed me on the cheek to say goodnight before he went to sleep.
It was a token kiss.
It was cold and emotionless. He’s completely shut down on me.
I don’t know what to say or do to make it better.
I want to beg him to talk to me, but then the friend in me steps in, and I want to give him the freedom and space to make a decision for himself.
I roll onto my side and stare into the darkness. Where is my period?
Why isn’t it here?
Five days late. I know that sometimes early tests give a false negative result.
Nathan knows it, too.
I know what’s wrong with Nathan…
He feels trapped.
23
Eliza
I wait in the café for Jolie and Brooke. I’m a bundle of nerves, and to be honest, these are the last two people I want to discuss this with because I already know their thoughts.
April thinks that I need to be open with Nathan and lay it all out on the table, but I feel like I need some advice from people who know us both really well.
The girls come into view, laughing and chatting as they walk through to me before they fall into their seats.
“Hi.” They both smile.
Jolie leans over and kisses my cheek. “I cannot apologize for the other night enough, Lize.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, thanks to you, Nathan has hardly spoken to me all week.”
“What?” They both frown. “Oh no.”
“We had a huge fight, and he’s so hurt.” Jolie puts her head into her hands. “God, I feel terrible.”
“And so you should,” Brooke snaps. “I can’t believe you.”
“Anyway, it gets worse.” I sigh. “Much worse.”
They frown as they listen intently. “Nathan’s ex, Robert, came back, and right in front of me, he professed that he still loves Nathan and wants him back.”
Their faces fall.
“What did Nathan say?”
“He kicked him out.”
“Thank God,” Brooke says as she puts her hand on her chest in relief.
“But he hasn’t spoken to me since.”
“What?”