Book #6 of The Love & Trauma series.
The separation.
The time apart.
Two soul ties.
Can they pull back in?
Or has the years of love, hurt, and betrayal finally reached its breaking point?
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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎."
Growing impatient, the singer was seated on the sofa of the therapist office wearing a dark chocolate color romper from her clothing brand that offers long fitted sleeves with a front zipper that she had fully zipped. The figure-hugging outfit was paired with OFF-WHITE Shearing Trim sneakers; with the signature directional arrows brown and matching the fabric. She happened to be early while they have been waiting a full fifteen minutes on Dave to actually arrive.
"You told me he was on tour, correct? Anything could've came up."
"So you call and say that. I'm bouta leave; I got shit to do."
Dr. Alex watches her stand and retrieve her YSL leather bag. "You walking out isn't gonna help."
"No; him being late without so much of a call isn't gonna help."
"Let her leave, doc." The deep, gruff tone stops her strides.
There her baby father stands, leaning on the door frame with a smirk. They hadn't seen each other in going on three months and even with that, the six-foot-five tatted New Yorker couldn't stand to even look at her. The Nike cap covers the top of his straight back cornrows down to his neck. The green flannel was over a Bill Russell Tribute graphic t-shirt, PALM ANGELS track pants, and green low dunk Jordans. Accessorizing the outfit, he wore a icy Cuban link around his neck with two other neckpieces that were memory pieces of his deceased family.
"She good for that," he continued, leaning off the doorframe. "Ain't you, Shantey?"
Dr. Alex stands and felt the tension between the two immediately. "How about we sit down and redo?"
The only thing that sat Shantey down was her husband's words from the other day. Dave, on the other hand, was hesitant. But he came for a reason, so he picked up his low dunks and strolled over to the sofa his baby's mother sat on and on the other end.
"Mr. Brewster, it's nice to finally meet you." Dr. Alex greets as she took a seat herself, "I can tell and feel that you two have a... toxic history. It's heavy and angry. More so from you, Mr. Brewster."
"Is that right?"
Dr. Alex could sense his guard was up. "You wanna tell me how you two met, Mr. Brewster."
