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“She’s busy with her huge new project.” One that I barely knew anything about. “And Trevor was ... Well, he told me to go to a park. I don’t think he wants to help me with this.”
“Are you sure?” Dad’s brow pinched. “He’s always more than willing to help around here.”
Sure.With work.Not with me. It was like his work sucked up all of his energy, leaving nothing for anything else.
“Maybe I misheard,” I said, shrugging. “I do that sometimes. I should get back to my desk.”
“You could go on a speed walk with your mom if you wanted to.”
I cringed. Walking through her HOA-curated neighborhood wasnotwhat I needed.
“It’s just a phase,” I said, shaking my head. “It’ll pass.”
I brewed another cup of coffee before I went back to my desk. I clicked around in spreadsheets for hours before Trevor came to get me.
“Ready to go?”
I nearly jumped up. “I’m ready!”
“Someone’s excited,” Trevor said. “Are you finally over your mood?”
“Yep!” I tried to channel brightness. He looked at my desk before his forehead creased.
“Are you sure? Your desk is a mess.”
I looked over, seeing papers scattered. It was slightly worsethan usual, but nothing like his had been when he’d asked me to reorganize it last month.
“I’ll get to it tomorrow.”
“You also need to mop the apartment too. The floors are sticky.”
“Could you do it this time?” I asked. “It’ll help my mood.”
I had hope for all of half a second that he would agree. It would have made me feel better.
But he scoffed. “Come on, Mollie. You know I’m too busy earning my salary for that.”
“I work here too.”
“But I make way more than you.”
I struggled to keep the disappointment off my face.Trevor hardly ever did anything around the house, claiming that working his job was more than enough. He expected our apartment to stay the way he liked it—orderly and clean.
Which was odd, considering he was neither of those things.
“You coming?” he asked. He was already several feet away.
My feet refused to move as I tried to sort through my emotions.
He was nice to everyone else. This was just normal man stuff. There were entire forums filled with wives who dealt with this. It wasn’t out of the normal.
So why was I so angry with him?
No, I was angry with hisactions.Not him.
I tried to remember that as I forced myself to follow. I was sure once we went to this perfect house of his, I’d feel better.
Trevor even drove me in his car, promising to bring me back once we were done. I watched where we were driving, trying to figure out which part of Nashville we were heading to, but then I started to recognize the streets.