The Other Game (The Perfect Game 4)
I glanced down at the black letters that spelled Team Cassie and shrugged. “I thought so.”
“Where on earth did you get that?”
Melissa popped up behind us. “From me!”
“Yeah. From that one.” I jerked my thumb in her direction.
Cassie looked between the two of us, and her smile dropped. “It’s a really sweet gesture, you guys.” She looked upset, and her eyes shone with unshed tears. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
Shit. “I didn’t think it would make her sad,” I said to Melissa as she hurried away.
“It’s not you. Everything makes her sad these days,” she said with a frown.
• • •
“Hey, bro, it’s early,” I said sleepily, answering the phone as I rubbed my eyes.
“Shit. I always forget the time difference. Sorry.”
“No big deal. What’s up?” I yawned, wondering why Jack was calling so early.
“Chrystle lost the baby yesterday.”
Shocked, I sat straight up in bed. “Oh God, really? I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I didn’t know what to say. Would he be upset that she lost the baby, or would he be relieved?
“I will be,” he said.
“So, what now?”
My head whirled with the ramifications. If there was no baby, then there was no need to keep Chrystle. It was a harsh truth, but true just the same.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ll get a divorce, right?” I whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake up Gran and Gramps. “You’re not going to stay with her now that there’s no baby?”
What the hell was wrong with Jack? How could he not be on the same page as I was?
“I can’t leave her right now, Dea
n. She’s devastated. She can’t stop crying.”
“So what? She’s a bitch. I’ll fly out today and help you pack,” I said, dead serious.
He laughed. “Even I’m not that heartless.”
“Does Cassie know?”
“No.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Not right now,” he admitted.
“Why not? What is going on with you? Leave Chrystle and come make things right with Cassie!”
This should be the easiest decision in the world, and to me it was. What he needed to do was so obvious. Why in the world couldn’t he see that?
“Not yet,” he said.