“I hear you.”
“One week and then I’m coming back here and dragging your ass to his house.”
“Yeah,” Lark whispered brokenly. She placed her hands on her head. If only it were that simple. Her head began to pound as Symone stalked away.
“You okay?” Tanya asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“I’m assuming that was about, Pan?”
“Yeah, he’s—not doing too well with the separation.”
“Neither are you. You’ve dropped a good twenty pounds and you’ve got circles for days.
Don’t think you’re fooling me with the concealer.”
That’s what happens when you’re slowly going out of your mind.
She sighed. “I’m not sleeping too well.”
“So, put an end to both your misery. I don’t get it. It’s clear you’re happier together. Why are you continuing this ruse? Your heart made its choice weeks ago.”
“My head doesn’t think love is enough.”
“Only one way to find out really. You know I don’t usually pry. But I’m starting to worry about you. You can’t continue like this, Lark.”
“I’ll go see him.”
“When?” Tanya asked.
“Tonight, okay?”
“Good and don’t leave until you’ve hashed out a course of action.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Hey, someone needs to be the voice of reason here, because apparently, you’re not thinking straight.”
It’s called pregnancy brain. I’ve read all about it.
“Thank you for being there.”
“Always. We’re slow today, how about you go home and scrounge up some sleep?”
“Are you sure?” Lark asked.
“Positive.”
“Thank you.” Lark rose, gathered her things and walked out of the store with a million
worries and no direct course of action. The longer she waited, the worse the fallout would be.
She called Pan and asked if he would come to her apartment, he gave her a short and curt, yes.
She opened the door and forced a small smile. “Hi.”
“Hello, little bird.” Pan looked different. He’d grown out a beard. His eyes were dull and his skin looked sallow. Like he’d spent all his time indoors.