Is that why I was here now? To leave my current world behind? To lose myself in this emotional crisis where I had no control, so I wouldn’t have to face the horrible choices I was otherwise making? Resting my head back on the seat, I closed my eyes. I told myself that an hour here wouldn’t make a difference in when I could see her, and then I remembered the way Addison had looked at me before she’d got into her car. For the first time, she’d appeared defeated.Climbing out of the truck, I slammed the door shut and stormed toward the entrance with misdirected anger. I was furious, and as I walked through the front doors, I felt my annoyance brewing.If it hadn’t been for my father getting sick, I wouldn’t be back here in the first place. If he’d bothered to tell me earlier, I could have gotten to him sooner, had him cared for, and never…never what? Moved back to Denver? Gotten a job at the local high school? Met Addison?Stopping outside his room, I leaned against the wall and scrubbed a hand over my face.Look at me, trying to find someone to blame.
