“You did this after Mom and Dad’s accident. You pushed everyone away. God, Vince, please don’t do this to Syd. I like her for you.”
“I like her for me, too,” I admit. “But I haven’t spoken to her all week, so it may be too late.”
What would I even say anyway?
“Vin, it’s never too late to apologize. If she loves you the way I think she does, she’ll forgive you. She’ll soon learn you can be an idiot sometimes and know when to call you out on it.”
Fuck… call me out on it…
I swear Vanessa’s channeling Mom when she says, “What are you waiting for, Vinny? You know you love her.”
“Yeah, I do,” I admit as I pop off the couch and pace across the living room.
Glancing at the clock, I know she’s just started her shift at the bar. Maybe if I could just see her, I could apologize.
But will she accept it? That’s the bigger question.
Stopping mid-pace, I close the distance between Van and me. “Thanks for everything, Van.” Leaning in, I kiss her on the cheek and rumple her hair like I always do. “I love you. But I’ve gotta go make things right.”
I just hope I’m not too late.
