Chapter 37 : Dead Wrong

*Seymore’s POV*

She said it again, the dreaded ‘we have to talk’. I need to get more clothes, so I turn toward home. It’s killing me to find out what Sophia said to her. Was I right? Did the woman I can’t even remember end my relationship in thirty minutes flat?

“I need to go home to get more things,” I say, just wanting to eliminate the silence in the Rover.

“That’s fine. Your place or mine, it doesn’t matter,” Ava replies, not giving any hint at what’s about to go down.

I suppose she wouldn’t agree to my place if she planned on ending things between us, so I can at least hold on to that strand of hope. During the drive, I try to remember anything new about that fateful night that drove me to hit therapy hard. I just can’t. I still have no face to put with the woman.

I pull into the driveway and look at the empty house. No dog to greet me and no Marcus to give me attitude. Just a large empty home without any occupants. I shiver, not ever wanting to go back to that life.