Chapter 10

“Sully…you’re not…seeing that guy?”

“No.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Would you…I know I have no right to ask you this, but would you…consider seeing me again?”

I sink onto the floor, head hanging. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming “Yes!” and instead force myself to take a moment to think, to sort through the spinning thoughts in my head.

Will he actually go through with it? Does it even matter? Can I trust him not to bail on me again when times get rough? Can I trust him to repair my broken heart and not smash it into even smaller pieces?

“I want to say ‘yes,’” is what I settle on. Honesty, but not stupidly jumping into anything seems like a solid policy.

“But you don’t know if you can trust me,” he finishes for me.

I nod.

“Are you nodding?”

“Yes.”

“I understand.”