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“Tell me what’s wrong,” Trey says in a soft, concerned tone. He places his hand on my back, slowly caressing me.
“I don’t know.” I keep my head down and can feel my shoulders shaking violently as another wave of emotions come pouring out of me. “I’m just tired… and confused.”
“Come here,” he replies, lifting me from the sink. “We are both in the same place, not knowing what the hell is coming at us next. Let’s try to get some sleep.” He hands me a towel to wipe my face and gestures toward the master bedroom. I glance in the mirror, not believing that I let him see me like this. I look like death warmed over right now.
“We’ll both feel better after some sleep.” He pulls back the covers and gestures for me to lie down. “Don’t worry, I’m only interested in sleep tonight,” he assures me with a gentle half-smile.
“Feel free to spoon me,” I counter. “I can use a little TLC after the day we’ve had.”
“All right, but I’m keeping my clothes on.” He laughs before going around to the other side of the bed. After a few seconds he snuggles up behind me so that I can feel his body heat mingling with mine. “Don’t worry about Vanessa,” he whispers. “She belongs with Tyler, not me.”
Instead of replying I simply push back into him. His reassurance is probably the most comforting thing he could have said right now. I just hope he is being honest about it. I giggle to myself as I feel his hardness rising against me.
“I really hope those test results come back negative tomorrow,” I whisper, turning my head just slightly to let him know that his bulge isn’t going unnoticed.
“They will,” he whispers back, squeezing me even tighter. “Get some rest.”
Chapter 5
Trey
As the sunlight begins to filter into the room, I glance at the clock and cringe at how tired I am going to be today. After sleeping hard until three am, I have been lying here awake ever since with a million thoughts coursing through my mind. There is nothing like having complete uncertainty in every aspect of your life to fuel one’s anxiety. My chest is so tight that it feels like I have to struggle to breathe. I glance over at Mandy and she is out cold. She has such a beautifully serene look on her face. I’m going to let her sleep for a couple more hours. I slowly roll out of bed, trying not to wake her.
I grab my phone on the way out and turn it on to check for messages. There are several texts from Vanessa and a voice mail from Mom. I can feel my heart pounding as I click the first message, fearing the worst.
Vanessa: Tyler was at the Hotel W again. WTF is up with that place?
About 40 minutes later she had sent a second message:
Vanessa: Call me whenever you get this! He was unconscious when they found him. It looks like an OD. Paramedics stabilized him and brought him to Bellevue. I’m going there now.
Two hours later she had sent the third message:
Vanessa: They have him on a ventilator and he remains unresponsive. Your mom is beside herself.
Me: I’m sorry Vanessa. I’ll be home asap. Give mom a hug from me.
Listening to Mom’s message was even more painful. Why is she implying that this is my fault? I talked to her about Tyler before leaving town, but now it’s my fault that he did something stupid? I think they both need some serious counseling.
“Is everything okay?” Mandy asks sleepily as she shuffles into the room.
“No. Tyler apparently tried to OD and now he’s on a ventilator at Bellevue. Best of all, now it’s my fault for not taking care of him.” I tell her finally prying my eyes from my phone.
“Really?” she raises her eyebrows in disbelief. “They both know that he practically accused you of murdering your dad last week. If my sister did something like that, I would never speak to her again… ever!”
“Oh, everyone has already moved past that, even Vanessa.” I rub my eyes and run my hands down the length of my face. “I’m starting to hate everyone.”
“You could use a nice breakfast. Let’s get ready and go to Nice,” she suggests.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to call and see if we can get out this morning.” I reach out and take her hand. “I wouldn’t feel right wasting any time.”
“You won’t be, besides, we have to fly out of Nice anyway. We’ll stop by Café Marché on the way to the airport. I really want to try their dulce de leche crepes. I hear they’re amazing!”
“You heard? From who?”
