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crossing her arms. “You want me to stay? Then you better start giving me answers.”
    “Can we go inside?” I asked. “The neighbors are beginning to stare.”
    “Oh, God forbid the neighbors know I'm here. That black girl you dumped years ago! Should I wait until after dark and then sneak inside the back door? What if they hear that you're creeping around with me again?”
    “That's not what I meant! You know I don’t care what they think.” I sighed. “Please stop putting words into my mouth.”
    She stomped toward the house. “Whatever. I don't care. Let's just go inside.”
    I let out the breath I’d been holding and unlocked the front door. “Thank you.”
    We sat at the kitchen table with Bosco at our feet and I told Jetta all the things she wanted to know. I told her about how my mother had never forgiven my dad for pressuring me to marry Melissa, and how that ultimately led to their divorce. I told her about Melissa running off in the middle of the night and leaving Abby behind. I told her about having to learn how to take care of a toddler by myself. I told her everything that had happened since she left, without holding anything back.
    Jetta listened quietly as I spoke. I wanted her to say something, anything.
                                             
     
    Chapter 13: Jetta
     
    I wanted to say something after he told me everything, but couldn't find the right words. Things had been tough for him too. Truth was; it was his own damn fault. He could’ve had everything if he’d stayed with me. I would have given him all the love he could’ve wanted and much more.
    If Abby had only been our child...
    I stopped at that thought. She wasn't. She would never be. I couldn’t let myself go there. 
    So many times I’d played that same scenario over in my head. If Chase and I had managed to stay together I would be a mother by now. It would be our little girl going to school and she would have her own dog. I would have made damn sure of it.
    Wonder what the hell was wrong with Melissa? I could never imagine running off and leaving my child the way Melissa had. She was a leaver. A name I’d been called many times over the years. In my case though, I only left after I’d been thrown away first.
    I stared at Chase feeling like an insensitive bitch. My temples were pounding and I felt like I should say something. I opened my mouth to speak. There was nothing I could say that would make anything different. What had happened between us was unchangeable. There might be a slim light of hope for our future, but I wasn't willing to hold my breath to find out. 
    I let out a long sigh. “I'm sorry. I didn't know all that.”
    “It's not your fault.”
    “I know, I just…” I said, trying to explain what I was feeling.
    “It's okay.” He shrugged. “There's nothing either of us can say to make this better.”
    “I’m sorry things didn't work out.” As I said it, I wondered if I really meant it.
    “So am I. Look, I'd love to stay up all night talking to you, but I'm exhausted and I know you are too. You can sleep in Abby's room if you want. It's the second door on the left. I'm going to call it a night. Just let me know if you need anything. Good night, Jetta. I hope you can get some rest.”
    I didn't say anything as I watched him head upstairs. My heart was aching. I couldn't bring myself to follow after him. I didn't want to be that girl that fell into bed with her ex because she was going through a rough time, because that wouldn't be fair to either of us. Sex might feel good in the moment, but it wasn't going to cure a broken heart, change the past, or resurrect my daddy. I needed time to think and a night of solid sleep.
    I slipped off my heels and walked down the hall. After sitting down on Abby's bed, I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep. My mind wouldn't shut down and my body shook with misery. My clothes were at my mother's and I couldn’t sleep in my