I’d stared at him, hurt and numb. “Maddy, do have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Sure, I do. You’ll always think this was your fault, and that’s all I wanted.”
* * * *
DeeDee’s voice brought me back to the present. “You’re letting him turn you into a bitter, skinny shell of a man. You can’t keep living like this, Zach. You’re wasting away to nothing, and I’m worried about you.”
She was right, but it was still hard to admit that I could have been so wrong about a man I’d loved desperately for fifteen years, despite his faults. His last words to me echoed to this day.
I rubbed my forehead. “I appreciate your concern, but honestly, I’m not up for a party. I’d rather sit at home, watch scary movies on TV, and get completely plastered.”
“Zach…”
“Just drop it, okay?” I opened the cash drawer and sorted bills. “Did the order of superhero costumes get delivered today?”
DeeDee sighed. “Yes, an hour ago.”