“You can’t avoid it forever,”
Simon’s voice thundered in her head. Of course he was right. She couldn’t run away from it anymore. Fifteen years was as long as she could go.
She weighed her options. Michael wasn’t far away. One knock on her neighbour’s door, and there he’d be, visiting his daughter and ex-wife. Andrea swallowed the bitterness gripping her throat, contemplating telling him. At last. After all these years. Now that she considered, it seemed trivial even. Why would he care how he’d made her feel all those years ago?
Oh—wait.
What?
She snapped at her inner voice.
How he made you feel? Are you even listening to what you’re thinking?
Yes.
Silence.
Was it a bad idea, perhaps…?
The front door opened and Michael caught her staring right at him. Andrea jumped, as though struck by lightening, and dropped her eyes to her basil bud instead.
“Howdy neighbour!” His voice floated through, bringing with it a warm breeze kissing the spring blossoms that’d risen between them. She looked over their eager, upturned heads, smiling, pulling on years of practice pretending nothing had happened. She waved back.
He drove away in his red jeep. A decent upgrade from the second-hand Toyota he’d driven when they were in school together. He’d grown up, moved on.
She hadn’t.
“You can’t avoid it forever.”
She’d felt Simon even before his voice came from behind her. She turned, wearing her mask of disinterest.
Who was she kidding? Simon was her high school sweetheart—he knew her better than anyone, herself included.
“Andrea, don’t let the past ruin your future. You need to get past it—just tell Michael what an asshole he was in your trivia club.”
