This week’s teaser is from Adam’s POV. This teaser also contains **MAJOR SPOILERS** for those who haven’t read Relentless or Pieces of You. If you haven’t read Relentless or Pieces of You, get your copy here so you’re ready for the next teaser.
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Chapter Five – Adam
“Are you ready?” Lindsay asks.
Something about the way she asks this question makes me think she means something else. As if she’s asking whether I’m ready to forgive her and accept this routine of helping her out until she gets a car. The answer to both of those is definitely not.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
Lindsay has never had a problem holding a conversation. She chatters nonstop on the way to the clinic about how her mother, Lillian, is still living with her “asshole” stepfather in Carolina Beach even though he’s cheated on her more times than she can remember. One thing I never understood about Lindsay was why she always got upset over things she couldn’t change. Or, maybe I’m just too accepting of things that should be changed.
“Why do you still visit her if it upsets you so much?” I ask as I pull into the clinic parking lot.
“Adam, I’ve told you this a million times. She deserves better. I’m not going to give up on my mom, but I refuse to live with them.”
“You need to learn to let that stuff go.”
“Oh, really? And when was the last time you spoke to your dad?”
“That’s not the same. My dad and I have totally different issues.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”
“Anyway, that’s besides the point. You’re going to have to get over your hatred of your stepdad if you don’t get a job and a roommate soon.”
She draws in a long stuttered breath as she turns to look out the window.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
“It’s fine,” she says, still looking out the window. “I know I must seem like a total loser to you now; getting pregnant before graduation and letting Nathan convince me to wait to get a job until the baby was born.”
“You’re not a loser. I don’t think that.” I pull my truck into a parking space and glance over my shoulder at the car seat as I kill the engine. “But you can’t start feeling sorry for yourself and depending on me to dig you out of this. You ripped my heart out and pretty much ruined my life.”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now. The point is that you can’t depend on me. I’m not the person I was when we were together. I’ve moved on.” She finally turns to face me and the hurt in her eyes makes my stomach twist. “I’ll help you out with this stuff for the baby, but you need to get a car or a bus pass or something soon. I can’t keep doing this.”
She looks like she’s about to cry, but she quickly composes herself and climbs down out of the truck. I hurry over to her side to help her get the baby out of the car seat since the truck is raised. Kaia wakes up when I pull her out of her car seat. She scrunches her eyes and stretches her arms as her mouth opens wide as if she’s about to start wailing, but she doesn’t. I hand her over to Lindsay and she has a smile on her face.
She shakes her head and smiles. I’m pretty certain she saw the panic on my face as I anticipated Kaia’s screams.
“Nothing,” she whispers as she takes Kaia in her arms.
As I watch her kiss Kaia’s forehead and comfort her, I’m reminded of the time when I assumed that Lindsay and I would be getting married and raising a child together. It’s funny how nothing really ever turns out the way we expect it to, no matter how certain the future seems. I guess we need to keep adjusting our dreams to fit reality, because life is not going to cooperate. Maybe this makes me a defeatist, but I’d prefer to think of myself as a realist.
As we walk toward the clinic, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and smile instantly when I see a good morning text from Claire.
“Is that her?”
I look up from the screen and quickly pull open the door for Lindsay to enter the clinic. “Yes. And her name is Claire.”
And she’s the most beautifully broken girl I’ve ever met.
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