Done Being His Second Choice

When the acute gastritis hit, I called Blake Sanchez and asked him to take me to the hospital.

All he said was:

"Bianca Whitman's running a little fever, and she just moved to Southport and lives alone with no one to look after her. I need to get her some medicine first. Just tough it out on your own."

She was always Blake's one exception.

For three years I'd taught myself, again and again, to step aside.

Dinners with my family and friends.

He'd leave early, halfway through, because Bianca said she was feeling down and needed company.