“I gotta run. Lunch break is over, but call me later, yeah? Let’s grab dinner some night this week. I’m still pissed I missed out on your girls’ night where you confessed your love for Delia and tried to replace me.”
“I would never.”
“Uh huh. Say that to the video evidence I have. Love you, Denny.”
“Love you too, Mrs. Sutton.”
We end the call and I pick the paper back up, reading Shep’s apology again.
Then again. And again.
By the fourth time, I feel it. That block of ice that formed around my heart two weeks ago at the wedding…it begins to thaw.
For the first time in what feels like too long, I have hope.
Thirty-Four
Cap
Captain America Apologizes: Part Two
Bucky,
I’m sorry for that one time at the paper when I told everyone you wrote like a kindergartener. Clearly you were first-grade level.
Or those times when I bragged loudly about my weekend escapades.
And for stealing that one article on repainting the parking lot from you. It was a stupid article, but you deserved it a lot more than I did.
But I’mnotsorry for joining the paper because it meant I got to be closer to you. I’m not sorry for staring at you across the room, for making you stay late because I was pushing my deadline until the absolute max. Those stolen moments, the ones where it was just us (I mean, that one weirdo kid with the glasses was there too, but he was practically invisible) made it possible for me to breathe through all the chaos in my life.
Even though you hated me through it all, I need to thank you for that.
So. Yeah. Thank you.
Text me.
910-555-1027
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Captain America Apologizes: Part Three
Bucky,
I’m sorry for all those times you had to see me walking across campus holding the hand of another girl.
Mostly, though, I’m sorry that girl wasn’t you.
Text me.
910-555-1027
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Captain America Apologizes: Part Four
Bucky,
