And So It Goes... - Act Two // Book Two

Chapter Eight

Mia had always been a person who was able to keep her mouth shut. Even when she saw someone torpedoing their life, she stayed mum until they figured it out. She liked to think she did it because she wouldn't want someone commenting on her life when she was really going through it.

But staying quiet while she watched Samantha dig herself deeper and deeper into this hole was easily one of the hardest things she'd ever done. When she'd seen Samantha losing her way before, she suggested the move to London. However, Mia had nothing in her bag of tricks this time. And if Samantha kept this up much longer, she was going to do some real damage.

It had been three days since Samantha had shown up on Mia's porch crying about Harry. And since then Samantha had done little else but sit on her bed and either read or surf on her computer. Apart from Harry's text the first night, there had been no communication between the two.

Mia didn't blame Harry for not seeking Samantha out. But Samantha was definitely avoiding Harry.

Samantha was just finishing up her breakfast when Mia emerged from the bathroom. Samantha was still dressed in her pajamas and her robe, the same outfit she'd been living in for the last three days.

Mia shook her head. A frustrated sigh exited her mouth as she walked into the kitchen,

"And...we're gonna do what today?"

Samantha shook her head as she rinsed her dishes off,

"Relax. I start the new job tomorrow."

Mia held herself back from tsking in disgust. She lifted her coffee mug to her mouth to take a drink instead,

"So not much different then what you've done for the last three days..."

When Samantha stopped, Mia immediately regretted saying anything. She set down her coffee mug,

"Are you gonna call him?" Mia asked when Samantha turned around.

Samantha pulled her robe together,

"I don't know." She said softly as she folded her arms over her chest.

Mia blinked a few times,

"So...what? You're just never gonna talk to him again?"

Samantha closed her eyes. She didn't want to discuss this. She'd successfully avoided it. She was unprepared to answer questions at the moment. She turned to walk back to her room.

Mia shook her head as she walked out from the kitchen to chase after Samantha,

"Don't ignore me...Sam!" She called.

Samantha whirled around, tears already stinging her nose and pooling in her eyes,

"I can't talk to him!" She yelled, stopping Mia dead in her tracks.

Mia's eyes widened,

"What?" She asked.

Samantha's arms fell at her sides. She let out a frustrated breath as she passed Mia to flop onto the couch. Mia watched as Samantha pulled her feet up onto the couch. Mia took a seat in the chair across from her and waited.

Samantha wound her arms around her legs and set her chin on her knees,

"I don't know what to say to him."

Mia blinked,

"Well...you just...talk."

Samantha nodded,

"Just talk."

Mia had never seen Samantha this confused or directionless. Even after Tabitha died. It was a lot to witness,