My hand trembles as I go to open the door. Cal doesn’t give me a chance to take him in as he lifts me off my feet, knocking the air out of my lungs.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His arms wrapped around me tremble.
My heart clenches. I push against his chest, needing space to think.
“Just give me one more second.”
“One.” I tap on his shoulder.
He sighs as he puts me down on my feet, making sure to take his sweet time. “Sorry for that. I just got ahead of myself after spending the last thirty-seven days dreaming of coming home.”
Home.
Whatever control I had over my emotions unravels like a flimsy bow. I place a shaky hand against his cheek, and he leans into it.
“I’m proud of you for getting sober. Even if it was just for—”
He cuts me off. “Me. It was forme.”
I release a shaky breath. It’s not that I don’t want to believe what he says, but I’ve been burned too many times by him to do anything but doubt him.
He pulls something out of his pocket. “I wanted to bring you this.” He holds out a single chip. The slight tremor of his palm makes my chest tighten. “I know it’s not much, but I plan on earning every single one for the three of us.”
The three of us.
Warmth floods my chest like a broken dam, spreading from my chest to my toes. There is nothing I want more than for him to prove me wrong, but a big part of me is worried to believe him. Worried to hope. To dream. To trust that he is finally getting the help he needs.
Cal places the chip in my palm and closes my fist around it. “I will be at the motel if you need me.”
“I thought you hated that place.”
“Not nearly as much as I hate being far away from you.”
I reach out for the doorframe to stop myself from falling over. His lips tug into a small smile, although he walks away before I have a chance to truly enjoy it.
I peek behind him at the bright yellow SUV in the driveway. It looks like something straight out of a comic book, with all the sharp lines and chrome. “Is that a Lamborghini?”
He throws me a smile from over his shoulder. “Yeah.”
“What happened to your old car?”
He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. “Someone told me my other one isn’t safe for a kid.”
I blink.
He got a new car because you didn’t think his other one was safe enough?!
My grip on the doorframe tightens because I really do think my legs might give out.
“See you around?” His smile is hesitant.
I can only nod.
He drives off in his brand-new SUV he got for us while I remain staring at the space he previously occupied. I expected to feel relief at him leaving, but instead, disappointment presses against my shoulders.
Isn’t this what you wanted? Him gone?
That might have been the case, but what if he is telling the truth? What if he really is getting sober because he wants to better himself?