Page 39 of This Time Around
I hadn’t even had the courage to throw out a toothbrush and now I was gripping a pair of Joseph’s pajama pants and T-shirt in my hand, taking them to another man.
I shoved that thought into the corner and sped downstairs.It shouldn’t take me as long as it did to get him clothes.When I reached the living room, I doubted he realized I’d been gone so long.
Camilla was on the television screen, wiping tears from her eyes with a tissue.
Cooper was staring at her, his back to me, but every visible muscle in his body was tightened and popping out.One of his hands gripped the back of the couch, and the other clung to his phone.
“He gave me life, he was always there for me, supporting me, cheering me on, and I never appreciated it.I should have.And I’m taking full blame for the problems we’re having.”
If someone could sniff elegantly, Camilla pulled it off.
I was as frozen as Cooper, watching this beautiful—beyond beautiful—Brazilian woman, gush about how incredibly wonderful her husband was.
