Goodbye Again

Damion

I got the tire off and quickly put the new one on. “Oliver missed you,” I told her and immediately regretted it.

I wasn’t trying to make her feel guilty. I didn’t want to use my son as a weapon.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” she said in a quiet voice.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I said.

“You didn’t call me either,” she went on.

I looked up, finding her staring down at me. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t think you would want me to.”

She shrugged. “You could have.”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I focused on getting the tire put back on. The sooner I got it done, the quicker we could go our separate ways. I had been looking forward to the day she came back. I wasn’t sure what I had thought was going to happen when she did come back. I had let myself believe she would come back, we’d kiss and make up, and life would be great.

I couldn’t explain why I had let myself feel like that. She had made herself very clear about what she was looking for—which was nothing.

I finished tightening the