“But why? I need to know something. I’m going out of my mind wondering if something happened to him or if this is about me. I do not like feeling like this, Iron.”
“This might not be the answer you want to hear, but maybe he needs a little time to figure some things out on his own.”
I shook my head because he was right, it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. What I wanted was answers and not more of the confused, helpless feelings that I’d had over the last few days.
“Ingram,” he said and pulled back so he could look at me. “Things will work themselves out. Go home and give it some time, okay?”
“Okay,” I said and blindly nodded my head. His words were an odd mix of soft and commanding. It was almost like the last part was an order, or that was how my brain processed the tone anyway. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, darlin’. I get it.”
I left. I went home like he told me to. I wasn’t thrilled about letting it go, but it looked like I had no choice. Mouse had to show up again eventually, right?
