There was something between us. And I was going to tell her. Tonight. No excuses, no redirection, and no flirting that curbed the truth. If she said Sabrina was the only problem, then I’d explain on Adelaide’s behalf to her friend. If she mentioned Victoria, then I’d tell her it was over. I’d explain how I stopped at Victoria’s earlier (before dreadfully hitting the pub) to tell her I was done. That I loved someone else. If Adelaide didn’t feel the same way, then … I guess I’d spend my holiday pretending that my heart wasn’t slowly bleeding out.
