Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Where was Spencer?” Beth snaps. “Where was Spencer when you needed him?”

I drop my head into my hands as my emotions boil over.

“That’s right, Lottie, Spencer was right by your side the whole fucking time. Never once have you doubted his love for you.”

Wyatt walks around the corner after hearing our raised voices. “What’s going on here?” he asks.

“Nothing.” Beth sighs in disgust. “I’m going to bed. These two and their lack of priorities are making me sick.” The door slams behind her as she disappears.

Wyatt frowns, and his eyes flick to me in question.

“You go to bed, too, Lars. I’ll be up in a minute.” I sigh.

She kisses my cheek and walks inside the house.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt asks softly.

“I hardly know anymore,” I whisper.

He sits on the step at my feet, and we both stare out over the property and into the darkness of the night. He doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t try to talk me into his way of thinking.

He just stays, and in this moment, that’s all I need.

Spencer

Bang, bang, bang!

What on earth?

It’s two days after Christmas, and after possibly the most depressing Christmas I’ve ever had, I’m packing for Santorini.

She’ll come.

I know she will. Our love was too strong. She won’t forget that, no matter what’s happened.

She’ll come.

I have to believe that. I have to believe that she’ll be able to move past this because the reality is that if she doesn’t, it’ll be more than I can bear.

Bang, bang, bang!

I open the door in a rush.

“Where is she?” Edward growls, looking past me and into the room.

“What?” I frown. Him and Harold barge past me and walk into my apartment. “Please, do come in,” I mutter with an eye roll.

Assholes.

“Where is she?”

“What are you fucking talking about?”

“Don’t act dumb, you know exactly where she is.”

“I haven’t seen her since the restaurant, you know that.”

Harold pinches the bridge of his nose. “She could be anywhere. She’s taken off.” He falls onto the sofa.