*Shelby*
I heard the lock click to the main door of the cabana, and I knew that Michael really did leave for New York.
I didn’t know why I was surprised that he did exactly what he said he needed to. There was a small part of me that thought he might have at least stayed until we had smoothed things over.
“Two fights in one day. Great job Shelby,” I said to myself as I let myself out of the bathroom.
Our room felt extremely empty even though Michael had only been gone a few minutes. I immediately got in bed, pulling the covers all the way up to my chin. After the tears finally stopped, I waited for sleep to come, but it never did.
I just laid there alone in bed, watching the fan spin in the middle of the ceiling.
I couldn’t take it any longer, so I slipped out of bed and marched straight out the front door. I didn’t know where I was going, anywhere, to take my mind off of the fights I had with Michael.
