Slowly, I take the plain paper bag, and the keys for my Charger.
I look inside the bag, seeing a couple of sandwiches in clear wrap.
My brain is slow to put it all together.
“What is this?” I ask the question, worried I already know the answer. “Where did you get this?”
“She gave them to me,” he lets out an uncomfortable breath.
“When?”
He finally looks up at me, “When she left your office.”
“When she left my office,” I repeat, like the biggest moron ever.
“Yeah. Look, it’s none of my business what happened between you two, but she was pretty upset.” He makes a face. “I don’t do well with crying women.”
Crying women.
“Today?” I point a finger at the floor. “This happened today?”
“Uh…” Rodrigo looks around like he’s hoping someone might come to his rescue, but I don’t care how crazy I sound. “Yeah.”
I stare at the bag of food in my hand.
She was here.
She came here with lunch. For me.
And she left crying.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Everything falling into place.
“Fuck!”
I turn on my heels and after three steps I start to run towards my car.
Whatever she overheard…
“Fuck!” I bellow.
This is bad.
Ripping my door open, I toss the food onto the passenger seat.
Maddie will be eating her fucking lunches with me. Always with me. No one else.
Chapter75
Maddie
Swiping tears off my cheeks,I take a prolonged pause at the stop sign, not far from work.
You will be okay.
You will be fine.
You will be enough.