Still, I’m not interested in analyzing what’s gone wrong, and so I say, “I’m sure.”
He gives me a frank look. “Dude, I’m not going to spend the weekend with you when you’ve got a face like thunder. Spit it out. I’m guessing it’s something to do with Juliette?”
I glower.
“What’s happened?” he asks.
I give a long, heartfelt sigh. “It’s a long story.”
“Bro, we’ve got three hours.”
So I start talking. And to my surprise, when I start, I find I can’t stop.
I tell him about what happened on the trivia night, and then about the wedding. He doesn’t look shocked, and so I’m pretty sure he’s already guessed what’s been going on.
But when I tell him about the events of the past two weeks, about Cam’s brother and mother, and the stress that Juliette has been under, he frowns. And then when I finally explain about the phone call this morning, he tips his head back and gives a long, heartfelt sigh.
“Shit,” he says.
“Yeah. And Cam told her they should stay together for the baby, and he wants to move to Australia. So that’s that.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said, ‘I hope you’ll be very happy,’ and I threw my phone into the ocean.” I roll my eyes at the look on his face. “Yeah. I know.”
“So you didn’t give her a chance to reply?”
“Uh, no.”
“So you don’t know whether she’s told Cam she wants to stay with him?”
“Well, I assumed she’s going to. She’s had weeks to leave, and she chose not to. I can’t imagine she will now that she’s pregnant.”
“Hmm.”
I massage the bridge of my nose. “I just wish I’d finished the conversation better. I know we’re not going to be able to stay in touch when she goes to Oz, but I want her to know that I don’t mean her ill.”
“Why don’t you call her?”
I study the new phone. “I don’t think she’ll want to talk to me.”
“I’m sure she’s feeling lonely and heartsick right now. You should at least apologize and tell her you’re not angry anymore.”
I sigh. “Yeah, all right.” I get up and wander over to the window as I dial her number. My heart begins to race, and my mouth goes dry at the thought of speaking to her.
But it goes straight to voicemail, and my heart sinks.
I’m about to hang up when I turn and see Tyson watching. He’s right. I do need to apologize.
“Hey, it’s me,” I say softly. “I just wanted to talk to you and say I’m sorry for hanging up on you like that. It was childish, and I regret it. Hopefully we can catch up when I get back from Sydney. Take care of yourself. You can always call me if you want to talk. Okay, well, speak to you soon. Bye.” I hang up awkwardly. It wasn’t my best speech, but at least I tried.
I go back to Tyson and sit down. “It went to voicemail, so I left a message.”
“Good, well done.” He picks up his own phone. “Okay, well I’m going to give Gaby a ring before we leave. Don’t eat all my fries if they turn up.”
“Would I do a thing like that?”
He grins and walks off to call his wife.