He had no idea. “It’s not that I don’t think what she did was wrong. She altered my entire life. It’s just….”
“You don’t know how to feel about her,” he finished, understanding the turmoil within me. “And that’s okay. I struggle with my feelings for her too.”
I’d come here for answers, and Easton had been straight with me, regardless of whether or not I agreed with his choices.
Did I feel relief?
I would have felt better if it had been Carter who had been arrested.
“I’ve got to get back,” I mumbled, needing to get out of the garage. I needed fresh air and space, but I didn’t think all the space in the world would fix me.
“Josie,” Easton called as I turned to leave. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked when I lifted my gaze back to his.
I knew he wanted reassurance from me, and if I didn’t give him something, he would carry his guilt and worry about me. Two things I didn’t want. So I offered him a small smile and replied, “I always am.”
Numb, I sunk into the seat of Brock’s car.
“Where to, Firefly?” Brock asked softly.
“Just drive,” I said, gazing out the window. I didn’t care where or for how long. I just wanted to keep moving until this ache inside me dulled.