Chapter 19
(Brian's point-of-view)
"Brian, honey, you haven't touched a thing on your plate."
I lifted my head. "Hmmm...Did you say something, LeighAnne?"
"Brian, you haven't touched your dinner."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Leigh."
She sighed. "You don't have to be sorry. What's going on? It's not like you to be so silent when you fly into Georgia."
"I really don't know." Well, that was an honest answer, I only wish I knew.
"Brian....maybe you should see a doctor."
"No! No doctors."
"It was only a suggestion."
I massaged my brow. "I know, it wasn't you fault."
She stood tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Let's go sit in the living room near the fire. We can just talk and you can get this off your chest."
'Get this off your chest?' I'd hate to be the one to tell her this scar is imbedded on my chest. It's never going away. Never.
I followed her swaying figure into the room quietly taking a seat on the couch. She placed a cup of hot coffee in my hand. "Spill, Brian."
"My coffee?"
"No, silly, what's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking about Nick."
LeighAnne stopped stirring her warm beverage. "Nick? Why?"
"He didn't want to go home."
"He could've come to my place-you know that. He's a sweet kid."
I paused. "Yeah, but....He wouldn't have been comfortable."
"It sounds like he wouldn't comfortable anywhere he went."
I had to admit she had a good point. I placed my dark cup on top of the closet coaster. "It's not just him. Kevin...."
"What about Kevin?"
"He's stressed."
"He's stressed?" she repeated raising a brow. "Have you looked in a mirror? Brian, you look exhuasted."
"I am tired." Of course, I'm tired-but not is a physical sense.
"Maybe you should turn in. You're really freaking me out."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
She smiled. "I know."
"But it's ......"
"Everything?"
"Yeah," I replied allowing room for her in my lap.
She sat down pushing stray hairs away from my eyes. "You know, you can't fix their problems. You can only fix your own."
My own? How do I fix it if I have no idea what it is?
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