Chapter 205

Nolan

I watch her car disappear down the driveway, the dust settling in its wake like the last of my fucking hope. I'm not even sure who brought her car here this morning, but right now I hate them. It gave her a way to leave. Annabelle is gone, taking with her the possibility of what could have been, what I thought, for a short amount of time, might actually be.

When she signals at the end of the driveway, I pull out my phone and send a group text to the guys.

N: Need some company tonight. Beers on the deck after Ash is in bed?

The responses come quickly.

Vaughn: Count me in.

Boone: I'll be there, we haven't had family dinner in a while.

Weston: Got a case of that IPA you like. Be there at 8.

Relief washes over me. My friends, always there when I need them. The family I chose when my own proved too distant, too caught up in their own lives to care about mine.