Page 133 of A Home for Harmony

“I’m not going to answer that,” she said. It wouldn’t benefit either of them. “I believe in second chances and I know you didn’t mean any harm. If you want me to continue to work withyou on your business, we can, but that’s it. If you’d rather move on, I’ll understand that also. Take a few days and think about it.”

Danielle nodded, some snot coming out of her nose that she wiped quickly. “I’m sorry, Harmony. I never meant any of this. I don’t know what else I can say.”

“Actions have consequences,” she said. “I’m sorry this happened too.”

“Wow,” Erica said, moving over when the call was discontinued. “That’s sad.”

“I feel sorry for her, but it was wrong.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Erica said. “I’m surprised you’re still going to work with her. Why?”

“It’s what I said. I believe in second chances. She can take some time to see if she wants to. It has to come from her. Maybe the whole vlog thing was a ruse to get time with me, or it could be a passion she has. I’ll help her with that and she’ll learn, but it’s all it will be.”

“You’re a better person than me,” her sister said. “I would have kicked her to the curb.”

“That’s the thing,” she said. “We never were friends like she thought and we’d never be them. It goes back to what you said about being guarded. Maybe that is why. It can hurt when someone betrays you.”

Erica hugged her. “Like you feel Micah did?”

She nodded. “I’m going to text him now.”

After she texted Micah, she put her phone down, but it went off quickly.

“What does it say?” Erica asked.

“He’s home. He took a personal day off.”

“Are you going to see him now?”

“Yes,” she said. “After I shower. I’m not sure why he’s home, but he is and we need to have this conversation. I have to knowwhere our future can be. If Danielle had the strength to face me this early, then I’m going to do the same.”

“It’s going to work out,” Erica said, hugging her. “I know it.”

“I hope you’re right. No matter how much I love him, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust or believe in me. I’ve lived that too much in my life.”

“You deserve the best,” Erica said. “You’ll know in your heart.”

She showered, changed, and drove to Micah’s.

He was opening the door before she even got out of her car.

“Are you sick?” she asked. “You don’t normally take a day off last minute like this.”

“I’m sick to my stomach over the way I treated you,” he said. “I hoped we could talk today and was going to give you time before I reached out. I’m glad you did first.”

He looked like he’d slept as horribly as she had.

“I’d like to speak first,” she said.

“You can after I apologize. I need to say that.”

“I know you’re sorry, Micah. But that doesn’t change the way you acted or how you talked to me or showed me what you really feel.”

“I don’t feel that way,” he argued.

“Prove that to me, but I’m not sure how you can do it.”

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying,” he said. “I mean it. I know what it’s like to feel like a failure. I’ve lived with it since my divorce. I’ve never wanted anyone to feel the same, least of all you.”