I collapsed in his arms and let my anger and hurt out the only way I knew how. I cried. I wailed at the top of my lungs and sobbed like a baby. Everything from the past few weeks came to the surface, and I cried harder. Owen held me and rocked me in his arms. I was grateful for him being there for many reasons, but mainly because he didn’t make empty promises like ‘Everything is going to be okay’ or ‘You are strong. You’ll get through this.’ He just held me.
The tears stopped, but I needed to find a way to pick myself up. It wasn’t the loss of Cyndi. It was what she had done. It was the deceit, the lies, and my stupidity that I was blind to it all. How could I ever show my face to anyone again?
“Ready?” he asked.
I looked at him. “You didn’t sign up for any of this,” I said, fighting back the next wave of uncontrollable emotions.
“Yes, I did. We became a part of each other’s life when I met you. I wouldn’t consider being anyplace other than at your side.”