Page 37 of Midnight Between Us (The Timberbridge Brothers #4)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Keir,

I . . .

I’ve been crying for weeks.

It’s pathetic, I know. But I can’t stop hearing your voice—those words.

“You meant nothing to me.”

“Move on.”

“Grow the fuck up.”

You didn’t even sound angry. Just . . . done. Like we were in this phase you outgrew. Like I was a mistake you couldn’t erase fast enough. Like I was still eight, and you were tired of me following you around.

I’ve played that call in my head a thousand times.

Your silence before you said it. The finality in your voice.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg.

But I didn’t. Because I knew—I knew—you didn’t want me. You never loved me.

Everything was just me and my hopes. The need to never be alone, to have someone to myself, someone who would love me.

Now, I’m trying to figure out my future while dealing with a broken heart.

How do you forget someone who saved you?

How do you erase the boy who held your hand through the worst nights of your life?

How do you pretend it didn’t mean anything when it meant everything?

I thought if I could find you, if I could tell you about the baby, maybe you’d remember who we were. Perhaps we could . . . maybe I could make you love me.

But I was wrong.

You remembered—and still chose to walk away.

So here I am.

Writing another letter you’ll never read.

Talking to the ghost of a boy who once made me believe I could be more than just broken.

I hope you’re proud.

You said I should grow up.

I’m doing it.

Loving you a little less than yesterday,

Simone