When Axel returns ten minutes later, he’s smirking.
Sitting in the chair beside my bed, Callum looks at him and says, “How’d she take it?”
“Oh, I’d say she took it rather well. Took it like a champ, in fact. Nary a tear in sight. She did give a nice little speech though. Quite rousing.”
Carter looks interested. “Really? What did she say?”
Axel looks at me and smiles.
“She said, and I quote, ‘Tell that stubborn SOB that I’m not going anywhere, and he doesn’t get to break up with me. Not like this. If he wants me to go away, he’ll have to say it to my face. And he’ll have to be convincing. Which he won’t be, so tell him to forget about even trying.’ Then she sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at the vending machine.”
My brothers look at me, then Callum starts to laugh.
“Well, well. Looks like the Grinch has met his match.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t have the energy.
So I just lie there in bed and let the tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
