I have years of pent-up frustration, resentment, and disappointment churning in my head and in my heart, and all I want to do is throw it all at Ethan. But there are more important things going on right now.

“It’s okay. Shhh, Delilah; he’ll be all right,” Jeannie says quietly, rubbing slow circles on my back.

I realize I’m crying soundless, body-shaking sobs that I’m unable to control. I’m embarrassed and angry with myself that I’m falling apart like this when clearly it’s Jeannie who needs the support.

When I manage to pull myself together enough to release her, I ask brokenly, “What can I do for you? Why don’t I go to the house? I just finished my shift; I can feed Flower, bring you a change of clothes and anything else you might need for tonight.” My offers are clearly unnecessary, especially with Ethan being here. I don’t like this feeling, like I’m not needed. I’ve always been the one Jeannie comes to when she needs something.

“I thought Flower ran away,” Ethan says from behind me.

It’s such a normal question in such an abnormal situation.

“Turns out the new neighbors across the street put in a cat door and Flower took to sleeping in their basement, until they discovered the raccoons in the area were using it, too.” Jeannie touches my arm. “Remember when the babies got into their fridge while they were away for the weekend?”

“Their entire kitchen was a mess!” We giggle and then Jeannie brings her hand to her mouth, stifling a sob.

“Martin helped us clean it all up before they got back,” I say softly.

Jeannie turns to Ethan, who I’ve been trying desperately not to look in the eye, and says in a wavering voice, “What if he’s not okay?”

Ethan steps up and pulls her into his broad chest. “I’ll be here to help, no matter what happens.”

I don’t understand how he can do that when he’s living in Chicago, but maybe he’s placating.

“I’m so glad you’re coming home,” Jeannie says.

My stomach dips and then flips. I finally meet his gaze again. Raw emotions make him look older than twenty-seven. My questions must be evident in my expression.

“I’ve been traded to Minnesota,” he explains.

I feel like I’m taking slap shots to the heart left, right, and center today. And this might be the one that finally does me in.