Chapter Sixteen
Sargent
She must have called him thirty times on the way to work, she’s devastated. I understand. We were stupid but I don’t regret it. I don’t regret her.
Though what he said, about me driving his mother to drugs cut me deep, straight through my soul. That’s a laceration that won’t be healing any time soon. I loved his mother, I treasured her; I gave her everything she wanted but not everything she needed. I often wonder if I’d just been a different kind of person would she be what she is now?
I often look at Tempest and admire her beauty, her lips that are constantly tipped up with a smile, until now. There’s never been a time that I’ve seen her looking so distraught. I’ve done this to her, I’ve made her feel this way. If I’d stayed away we wouldn’t be here now.
“I’m sorry, Tempest,” I try saying to her when we pull into her work’s parking lot. “He’ll come back.”