She nods again, but I can see she’s already moving before she cuts the call. I blow a steadying stream of air through my nose. Sonnie. He’ll understand. How can he not?
I move to the bathroom, throwing everything into my toilet bag on autopilot. I need to be out of here in five if I’m gonna make it.
I’m still zipping my toilet bag when I cross the threshold into the bedroom. Sonnie is standing in the doorway, his jeans unbuttoned, his hair sticking up all over the place. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Stanza?” He doesn’t budge. Doesn’t move to come in. Just stares at my almost-packed backpack and the ferry flyer laid next to it.
“Sonnie, I...”
“Save it.” He holds his hand up, lip curled, eyes filled with disgust as they flick down my body then back up to my face. “Disappearing in the middle of the night is low—I doubt even my mom would have sunk this low.”
My mouth drops open. My head shakes from one side to the other, my gaze held painfully in his. A numb ache takes root in my chest. “Sonnie, this isn’t—”
“—Gonna work?” Bitterness wraps around his thick growl. His jaw clenches, his mouth pressing into a vicious line. “I think that’s obvious.” A muscle just beneath his left eye tics as he pins me with one last pitiful stare. “You know what? You’re not worth it.” He turns and walks away.
Still halfway through the bathroom door, my toilet bag clutched in a death grip, I watch him go.
Part of me wants to go after him. Drag him back so I can explain. Make him understand.
The other part flips him the bird. She knew this was a bad idea from the beginning.
I blink back the tears I refuse to shed and press the back of my hand to my mouth to stop the sob that’s dying to be let loose. I don’t have time for either. I’ve got a ferry to catch.