The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 21

That day is one that we don't talk about. I don't understand it. I don't want to understand it. I just want to go back to the way things were. I want to go back to being the woman that Glen loves with all his heart. I want to go back to being Mark's best friend. I want to go back to being me.

Glen never asked about what happened with Mark. I don't know how he could have worked it out, though. We were fully covered in the throw. And he's seen me like that with Mark before. Before all of this happened, I've fallen asleep in Mark's arms so many times. Granted, I hadn't just slept with him. But Glen's not to know that.

I love Glen. I love Glen. I do. I don't know why my body gravitates towards Mark. I don't want it to. I really don't. And the only reason I stayed with him that night was to sort of get back at Glen. Selfish, I know. But what am I supposed to do when the man that I love brushes me off with an icy glare whenever I see him? There's only so much a girl can try...

And Mark was there. He is always there. Whenever I need him, all I have to do is turn around. I know he will catch me when I fall. He's doing the job that my husband should be doing. How can anyone expect me not to respond to the only person who gives a shit about my miserable life?

What am I supposed to do?

Thankfully, I'm finally getting some help with that question. Rina decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if we all go to see my therapist. I'm stoked about the idea. It will give us all a chance to air out all the issues between us. And maybe we can get some answers.

Mark and Glen, however, are less enthusiastic about the whole thing. They haven't spoken since that night. So to put them in a room together...that could be disastrous. And they both have the added pressure of having me in the room. One of them hates my guts and the other cheated on his wife with me. I just...

I sigh, pulling myself out of my thoughts. I need to have full concentration today. And going off into my head is not the way to do it.

The waiting room is silent. There's four of us here, and none of us say a word. How can it be this way? Usually you can't shut us up. Insults thrown at each other, loud laughter drowning out any other noise that might interrupt us. But not any more.

“Emie Power?”

A mixture of fear and excitement courses through. This could be the moment that everything is resolved. Or it could be the moment that destroys us all.

Rina is out of her seat first. I follow suit, quickly followed by Mark. It's only Glen that stays seated. I open my mouth to make him move, but Mark's hand on mine tells me not to. I sigh and make my way into the room. Rina's stood behind the row of chairs, waiting for me to sit down. I take a seat, feeling Mark sit down on my left. Rina, however, stays standing. Why is she...

And then I realise why. Glen's walked in. I look up at her, trying to tell her to sit next to me. Just for the sake of everyone here. But she doesn't. She takes the seat furthest from me, giving Glen a look as she sits down purposefully. He sighs and takes his place next to me. But his eyes stay fixed to the floor in front of him.

“I'm glad you could all make it today.”

I pull my gaze from Glen to look at the therapist. Joe, I think his name is. Or John. I don't think it really matters. As long as he gives me answers, he could be called Dickface for all I care.

“Mrs Sheehan called us earlier to week to explain this...delicate situation,” he continues. “I understand that this must be very difficult for all of you. And I can only imagine the stress that is putting on the friendships and marriages between you. So that is why I'm here. I'm here to clear the air and get you back on track. Is that alright with you all?”