Barret looked at me with disappointment.
"Look at yourself. You don't have half the grace Queenie has!"
I looked at the two of them standing there together, grabbed the handle of my suitcase, and headed for the door.
"She's all yours."
Barret blocked the doorway in one step, a vein throbbing at his temple.
"Maggie! There's a limit to how childish you can be!"
"Are you done throwing your tantrum?"
"If you walk out that door today, don't ever think about coming back. You'll regret it!"
I looked at that familiar face of his.
"I won't."
I shoved past his shoulder and walked into the elevator without looking back.
Outside the building, Marcella's car was already parked at the curb.
She helped me stuff my luggage into the trunk.
The whole drive, she was so furious she kept smacking the steering wheel on my behalf.
"You had an offer from a top investment bank right out of college."
"For that loser Barret Henson, you stayed behind. You ate instant noodles with him for months, slept in a basement, and helped him build his company from nothing."
"You were so stupid!!"
I stared out the car window at the neon lights streaking past.
Yeah. I was a fool.