Unspeakable Truths by Alice Montalvo-Tribue Read Free Book Online Page B

full of unfair and why should I have to be the only one who has to experience it. Screw him if he thinks he can walk in here and seek absolution for his sins; he’ll be waiting forever as far as I’m concerned.
    He looks up, eyes meeting mine again. “You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to reach out and tell you how sorry I am that you lost him.”
    “Luca, get out,” I demand, my eyes filling up with tears that I refuse to let fall in front of him. He doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing my weakness, not ever.
    He straightens his back and squares his shoulder as if he’s preparing for battle. “I’m sorry Everly.”
    “Luca,” I say, my voice faltering slightly.
    “I’m sorry.”
    I turn my back to him and head back to the front door. “I want you to leave.”
    “I’m not done.”
    I spin back around. “What else is there to say?” It sounds almost like a plea. For what exactly, I’m not sure. “You came, you apologized, what more?”
    “You need to know what really happened.”
    “I know what happened! My husband left me to help you and he got himself killed.”
    “That wasn’t how it happened. It’s time you hear the truth, it’s been four years.”
    “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. There’s nothing you could say that will make me change my mind about you. There’s nothing you can say that would make me hate you any less.”
    “I don’t need you to hate me Everly, I already hate myself. Don’t think for one minute, for one fucking minute, that I don’t blame myself, that I don’t live with that every single day of my life. You think I wouldn’t change it if I could? You think I don’t know that he’s dead because of my choices? I fucking know!”
    We stare at each other each both of us winded, breathing heavy as if we just went twelve rounds in a boxing ring.
    “Just stay away from me Luca. I will be professional at work and make sure that you have what you need in order to do your job, but that’s as much as I can give you. I can’t give you closure because this will never be done for me.”
    “Everly.”
    “I don’t want your explanations, I don’t want to hear the how and why of Tyler being gone, the end result is still the same.”
    “Everly…”
    “It’s the same! It’s always the same, just leave it alone.”
    I know there’s a reason he’s here, I feel it deep down in my bones. I know he has something to say that I should hear, and I want to know what it is, but I can’t hear it. I’m not strong enough for it; I don’t think I can stand to hear anything else that comes from Luca’s mouth. I’m terrified that whatever he tells me will make my pain that much worse.
    “You’re right.” He sighs, his shoulders slump, and his head drops in defeat. “It wouldn’t change a damn thing. I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” he says, giving me a parting glance before walking out the door.
    I can’t help but to notice the look of sorrow on his face as he leaves and it throws me off a bit. Makes me question myself because his pain makes me feel bad for a moment. It makes me almost feel awful for shutting him down. Why do I all of a sudden care about how he feels, or about his pain? And there is pain. It’s obvious, I saw it there four years ago, and I see it still today. Is it possible that he’s not over it, that maybe he still feels the loss as deeply as I do? Back then when it was too fresh, when the wound was still brand new, I didn’t care about what he might be going through, but now… now I almost feel bad for the look of sadness hidden behind his features because I know that sadness all too well and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, not even Luca.
     
    ~Luca~
    I don’t know why I went there, what I’d hoped to accomplish by showing up at Everly’s place. The house she lived in with Tyler, the fucking house that he built to make her happy. The house that cost him a fuck of a lot more than it should have. It’s not that I was