Chapter 77

Two seconds later, a glass of white wine appeared in my line of vision, and Preston sat next to me as soon as I took it from him. I would have to sit up again in order to drink, but I didn’t have the energy, so I rested it on my stomach.

“How’d it go?” Preston asked softly.

“Eh.” Thinking about it made my brain hurt. I just wanted to be held and forget about it all. Preston seemed to know, because he took the glass from me and set it down somewhere before hauling me into his lap. I gave him all my weight and turned to jelly.

“Tell me.”

“Ugh, Pres.” I breathed in slowly through my nose, then out through my mouth. Then did it again. Preston’s family weren’t in the picture—they’d told him they didn’t want anything to do with him when he came out—but my parents loved me and accepted me. Of course, I never imagined telling them that my husband and I were dating another man.

“That bad?”