I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it. It was a strange phone number. I declined it and set it back down continuing talking about the menu and what day the grand opening is. I hear it vibrate again andI look again. It's the same number. I answer it by walking away from the table.

"Is this Mrs. Brooklyn Miller?" some lady asks on the other end.

"Yes, I'm Brooklyn Miller." i reply

"I say that you're his emergency contact. I have to tell you some news about your husband Zachary." she states

"Is he okay?" i ask

"Well your husband was checked into rehab weeks ago. When he went in he had tests done. Zachary has a bad liver. Do you understand?" she says

"No i dont. What are you telling me?" I asked her close to crying.

"Your husband is dying of liver disease. He needs a transplant or he will die. Now he's on the list but his case is very bad. He's refusing to get in touch with anyone. Sometimes family is a good donor. They would need to be tested but it's something to think about." she explains

"So what you're saying is Zachary Miller my husband is dying?" I try to understand

"Yes ma'am he is." she says

"Where is he?" i ask

" St. Peter's hospital in Delaware. You are welcome to see him." she offers

"Well to be honest he's my soon to be ex husband. I -I didn't think it was that bad?" I said almost to myself. I hang up the phone and stare at the ground. I turn around and look at the loving people in my life and feel a tear fall from my cheek.

"What's wrong?" Patrick asks

"That was the hospital in Delaware.'' I take a breath and feel another tear. "Zachary has been drinking so heavy for so long that at age twenty four he is dying unless he gets a liver transplant." I explain sitting down. I can feel everyone's eyes on me and I can feel the heat coming to my ears. I knew I was about to fall apart. "I have to go!"

I run out of the shop and start to run home. I got to the door and almost broke the key trying to unlock it. I get inside and grab my bag and I start packing. I grab everything I could need while I'm gone. I think about what I will need and think I already closed on two places so that is enough for now. I'll have to start up again when I get back. Whenever that is. I grab a piece of paper and write a note for Vick about Peanut and put it in the fridge. I grab my bag and purse and head for the door. As I get out the door I hear Greyson yelling.

"What are you doing?" he asks, looking at what feels like everything I own.

"I'm going to Zach." I say "He needs me."

"Brooks, I get that but I need you too." he says "Don't go to him. Please give it a night to think it over."

"No, I'm going. He's my husband. I need to be there. I don't know why it's taken this long for me to know. I should have known what was going on with him." I am now yelling and crying.

"You may be his wife but you're my girlfriend. Remember? We just went weeks separated still seeing each other but not much and were miserable. How do you think ill be knowing your with him in another state?" he's now angry, I can tell. His vein is popping from his forehead.

"I have to go Greyson.'' I say through my tears. I understand what he's saying but my mind is thinking how fast can I get there?

"If you leave are we done?" he asks

"No" I say , dropping my bags. To hold him.

"If you go there and see his that bad what are you going to do?" he asks

"I don't know, I just know I need to be there. I know no one is there." i explain

"Brooklyn? Do you love me?" he asks as I take a deep breath and look at him. "I need to hear it. You said you're falling in love with me. You said you think you love me but do you? Do you love me? Like I love you?"

"I love you Greyson Sullivan." I say now not touching him at all. "But I love him too. I have to be there."

"Then go." he says with tears falling down his beard. I grab my bags slowly and start walking to my jeep. When I reach my jeep and throw everything in and sit at the wheel hating myself. I just hurt him. I know I did. He's going to hate me. I really do love him but I also love Zachary no matter how much crap he has put me through I am still his wife. I start up Penny and take off down the road. I can see Greyson still standing on the boardwalk in my rearview mirror. I watched as he was no longer able to be seen. Then there I was driving off to a man who treated me so horribly that I hated him and told him to get out of my life forever. Leaving the only man who has ever truly loved me body and soul. Why was I suc an ashole myself? Why was I doing this to myself?

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