Home is You

Chapter 16

Steffy:

"Steffy, you need to relax," Wyatt says caressing my hair in comfort. "Relax," he encourages.

I gulp trying to reign in my tears, but I feel like it's impossible to do. How can I do that? I've lost my soul and my heart in a matter of minutes. How do I go on? How do I function, live, breathe without those things? How could he take that away from me? I lick my lips, inhaling another shaky breath. It hurts to breathe. I've never felt the depth of pain that I do right now. I could give birth a thousand times and it still wouldn't compare to the feelings that I am experiencing in this moment.

"Steffy, just try and breathe," Wyatt soothes. "Come on," he encourages softly in almost a whisper.

I look up at Wyatt, feeling the water still in my glassed over eyes. "I—I..." I begin still unable to form any words.

"Steffy, Steffy," Wyatt begins maneuvering his body out from under me. "I'm going to get you a glass of water, and then we are going to talk. Are you going be okay for a minute? I'll be right back."

I nod in a ghost like state, looking through Wyatt. "I'm—I'm going—going to text Amelia, and tell her to keep the kids awhile longer. They—they can't see me in this state," I cry wiping a tear that has fallen down my face.

Wyatt nods putting his hand out to help me up. "I think that's a good idea. Here, come sit on the bed," Wyatt continues, helping me sit down.

"Thank—thank you," I whisper as I feel like my tears are about to overwhelm me again. I wipe my face with my hand, before sniffling. I can't imagine what it is that I look like. Wyatt hands me my phone. "Here, I'll be right back, I promise."

I watch Wyatt walk out of the room, before looking around the room, and remembering all the incredible moments. I think back to the last few weeks and all the moments we shared in here since Liam came clean about his possible issues. This doesn't feel real at all. I need to wake up from this nightmare.

Me: Hey. I have an informal business meeting at the house that I forgot about. Can you keep the kids for another couple hours before bringing them home?

Amelia: No problem. Let me know when it's over and we will head over.

Me: Thank you. I appreciate it so much.

Wyatt comes back in holding a glass of water in his hand. "Here, drink this. It'll help you." He hands me the glass of water before sitting down next to me on the bed. "Drink. Are you okay?"

I slowly look over at him, my heart shattered, yet still feeling like there are dagger after dagger on the little pieces that are left. "I don't know," I whisper. "I don't know anything anymore. Everything I thought I knew, everything that I loved and believed in....I—I can't believe this is real."

"What were you clutching into your chest? What was that paper?" Wyatt asks with concern in his voice.

I shakily hand him the paper that has left my chest since I came back in here. "This. This is what Liam left me, before leaving."

"Left you? Where is he?"

"Just read it. It's a goodbye letter. It'll explain some things, I guess."

Wyatt takes the letter, briefly giving me a confused look. We sit in silence as he reads the letter. I watch his eyes as he goes line by line, before he finishes the letter, throwing it on the bed in anger.