“Sugar, I am so sorry.” I smile sadly and draw away from him. “I know,” is all I say as I lock myself into my lonely little trailer. And then I head back to the bed, where I lie awake all night long, analyzing my life from every angle and wondering how the hell I got here. And how the hell I’m going to fix us so I don’t spend the rest of my life feeling like Beau Eaton’s pet project.
