Going Away

KADEN

Slamming down the lid on my medium-sized suitcase, I wheeled it to my front door while scrolling through flights on my phone. Ryan was right. I needed a vacation. I needed to get away. I thought I wanted to get away with Ember, but right now, I needed to get away from her. From her, from my dad, from New York. I just needed to get away.

I barely slept a wink after getting home from the office last night. The conversation with my dad played over and over in my head. Well, calling it a conversation was probably a stretch since I hadn’t let him get a word in edgewise.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I said to him, almost wishing I’d let him reply so I would know what he had to say for himself. Although it was highly unlikely he would say anything other than how my outburst proved his point about me. That I was immature and should’ve been able to bury all those feelings I had like a man.

Burying it all, my ass. In my opinion, men were allowed to feel things too. We you