#Chapter13

I don’t need anyone to tell me that he never seems to care about what is happening with me. He rarely calls, I see him once a year at most, and I feel like I'm the one who forever chases him even to get any interaction. I know better than anyone that I became something irrelevant to his new life from the second they divorced.

I wait for the nasty shooting words I know Dane will wield as a weapon and lower my eyes to the blurry text in my book because my eyes won’t focus. There’s a silent pause as I brace myself for whatever is coming. Steeling...