Say You'll Stay (Return to Me #1)(7)

“Too bad.” Angie rips the blanket off. “You’ve been asleep for a while. My parents are downstairs. They’d like to see you before they head to the airport.”

Fighting her on this is pointless. I grumble as I get out of bed, throwing on my oversized sweater and squeezing my midsection.

We descend the stairs as they both give me sad smiles. My mother-in-law’s eyes are puffy from all the crying she’s done. She doesn’t want to leave the boys and me—or Todd. She’s gone to the gravesite every morning. “We can’t stay any longer. I wish we could, honey,” Pearl says.

“I understand.”

My father-in-law steps forward, “Presley, there are a few things you’ll need to take care of. The insurance agent that I set Todd up with called. You’ll need to get in touch with him first thing tomorrow. If you have any questions about any paperwork, call me.”

I nod.

“Thank you, Martin. I appreciate it.” He and Angie are the only ones who know the truth surrounding Todd’s death.

“You come visit with the boys, okay?” Pearl’s eyes tear as she pulls me into her arms. “We love you all very much. I’m just . . .”

I console her before Martin pulls her back. “We’re always here for you. You’re like our own daughter.”

“Thank you.”

Cayden and Logan rush over to them, wrapping their arms around their grandparents. “I’ll miss you, Grandma.”

They say their goodbyes and I make my way to the couch. Angie heads over with a mug of coffee to where I sit. “Here. Drink it.” I take it in my hands but can’t muster the strength to take a sip. “Boys, can you go play in the back for a few minutes?”

I glance at their faces, taking in the small smiles I haven’t seen recently as they head out the door.

“I’m going to say this to you, and I need you to listen.” Angie sits next to me. “Know that I love you.”

My eyes meet hers. There’s a dark rim around her blue irises. The bags under her eyes are darker than I remember.

“Presley?” she says, breaking my trance.

“Yeah, I’m listening.”

She lets out a heavy sigh. “Are you listening? I mean, are you doing anything?”

Excuse me? “What the hell does that mean?”

“The boys need you. Your parents are leaving tomorrow, and I have to go back to work. You have to pull yourself out of this . . . I don’t even know what to call it. You look like shit. You aren’t eating, all you do is sleep, and this isn’t you.”

My anger boils. “Have you lost a husband? Have you walked in to find your spouse hanging dead in your bathroom? Did you cry out for him to wake up? Huh? Have you?” I taunt her as my rage grows. “No? Oh, that’s right . . . it was me!”

“I know you’re angry. So be angry! Be anything!”

“I am!” I yell as my hands shake. “I’m so f*cking angry! How could he do this, Angie? How could he think this was the goddamn answer?”

“I don’t know, babe. I don’t. I’m livid, too. I hate that he did this. My own brother!” She balls her hands into fists. “It makes no f*cking sense, but you can’t lie here paralyzed. The boys need you.”

I’m not insensitive to her feelings. This is hard for her, too. I have a brother and even through we’re not close anymore, I would be broken if I lost him. But I’ll never get the images out of my mind. My life will never be the same. When my eyes close, I remember the events of that day in vivid detail.

“Don’t tell me what they need. Don’t tell me what you think I should do! You’re not me. You’re stronger than I am, apparently. I can’t stop questioning this. I can’t make sense of it. Why would he do this to me?”

“All I can come up with is that he felt hopeless.”

“Well, I really appreciate that feeling right now.”

Angie stands and rakes her hands through her hair. “You’re going to get in the shower. You’re going to get dressed in something other than sweatpants, and you’re going to function.”

Who the hell does she think she is? How dare she talk to me like this? I’m in misery right now. Everything hurts. My head, my heart, my soul are aching. “You have no idea how I feel.”

“Then tell me.”

The idea of trying to articulate any of this makes me tired. “Confused. I’m so confused. All I keep asking is why? Why, why, why? I go from denial to anger and back to denial. I keep waiting for him to open the door or send me a text. I can’t stop myself from calling his phone.” I start to cry again. “I call and listen to his voice. I play it over and over because I’ll never hear it again.”

“Shhh.” She enfolds me in her arms. “Did something happen with him or between you guys?”

That’s the million-dollar question. I went through all his belongings, searching for an answer, but there was nothing. His home office held nothing. Everything he owned was in its place.

“I have no idea.” My voice is thick with emotion. “This isn’t the man I knew. My husband, your brother, their father—wouldn’t do this. He would’ve talked to me, or I don’t know.”

She takes my hand in hers. “When are you going to tell the boys the truth?”