But Aria chimed in. “Kyle, didn’t you promise to take Andy to Disneyland? You didn’t cancel that for a concert with me, did you? Blair’s upset…”
Kyle responded soothingly. “Don’t worry. I know my priorities. We can go to Disneyland anytime, but a concert like that doesn’t happen all the time.”
I scoffed and kept moving. “Priorities, huh?” I muttered under my breath.
Kyle must’ve sensed something was up because he rushed forward and grabbed my hand.
“It’s the middle of the night, Blair. You really have to do this now?”
“Is missing a Disneyland trip really worth crying over? I’ll clear my schedule next month and take Andy then, okay?” he added, probably noticing my puffy eyes.
Next month?
I wish there was still a next month!
If he cared even a little about our son, he’d know how foolish that sounded.
I pulled my hand away. "No need!"
Kyle stared at his empty palm, stunned. Maybe he never thought that the woman who had always clung to him would now avoid him like the plague.
He tried to catch up, but Aria grabbed his arm.
“I'm sorry, Kyle. It’s my fault. Even though I knew Andy was faking his illness, I shouldn’t have competed with a child for your attention. Now, Blair’s mad at me.”