Rhett “Just spit it out—it’s like ripping off a Band-Aid.” Jesus, whatever it is, I wish she’d say it. Put me out of my damn misery. She looks nervous. Guilty. What the hell could be so hard to say? Is she seeing someone else? Is she dumping me? Fuck—that would kill me. “Laurel?” I can barely get her name past my lips, the stretch of her silence making me want to fucking vomit. When she opens her mouth,
