Wrong Number: My Sweetest Goodbye

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as Drake. I let it go to voicemail, but he call

he asked, his voice tight

r ago. A picture of Drake and Kandace at a wedding reception over the weekend. They were on the da

it?" I asked, my voice

ul note in his voice. He wanted a fi

I be angry?"

other end of the line. My in

. "I' m having dinner with some clients tonight at

before I co

g. When I got in, Kandace was already in the passenger s

tagged along. I hope it' s okay." Her voi

d into the back seat without a word. I was

ersation, his eyes finding mine in the rearview mirror.

out that photo... Drake feels terrible. It was just a drunken mistake." He was try

in the eye. "In fact, congratulations are i

arful resignation. This calm, detached Eliza was a stranger to him. He remembered the time I' d cornered him at a C

"Mr. Bridges, Ms. Hill. Shall I open the b

face to Kandace' s smug one. So they were

efore Drake could speak. "Open a

lking on steady legs. Drake followed

ne, it' s not what you thi

asp. "Drake, I don' t care." I walked into the ladi

ng himself between a drunken client and Kandace, protecting her. "She can' t drin

ergic to alcohol, a fact Drake often chose to forget when it was inconvenient. A client kept

rink it. If you have a reaction, I' ll

pling stomach cramps. We went to the hospital. A doctor came into the room,

hold me. He didn' t comfort me. He tur

o careless? I told you not to go

. For his mistak

at him now, gallantly protecting Kandace from a single glass of

table and walked out of th

rse. He stormed into our ap

You just walked out! You embarr

the middle of our living room, m

ng to threaten to leave me again?" He laughed, a

the wrong brand of coffee. I had begged him, sobbing, to t

in the eye. My voice was quiet,

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