Free Bellissimo Rilascio (Beautiful Release): The Family Series #3 by Leigh Ann Lunsford Page B

tonight.” I stand there stupefied until I hear the click of her lock before letting the chuckle escape. Shaking my head, I go inside.
     
    Climbing in bed, I grab my phone to set my alarm and see notifications from Facebook. My breathing halts as I open the application.
     
    Six months.
     
    Empty.
     
    Guilty.
     
    Six months since I’ve seen that smile. On the night I make progress, she halts it all with one photo of her and Callie toasting each other with wine glasses. She’s gone incognito; she hasn’t posted once in six months until tonight. Surely this isn’t a sign - reminding me of what we had, what I wanted more than anything is right there and healing. In an instant, I’m more confused than I was six months ago. I click the like button and turn off my phone.
     
    Repent.
     
    Forgiveness.
     
    Absolution.
     
    It doesn’t come. It never does.
     
    More questions. More doubts.
     
    Visions of Bianca blurred with a blond hair scamp swirl until sleep claims me.

Chapter Eleven
    Bianca
     
     
    What if it is? A million dollar question swirling in my mind on constant loop. I don’t know what I’m afraid of.
     
    Failure.
     
    I failed him; therefore I failed myself in a way, and I can’t do it again. I have to be ready, complete before contacting him. Last week I joined the land of social media again. I was elated as I did it, until the notifications started coming in. That one “like” halted all of my progress.
     
    ‘ Dakota Hyatt liked your photo .’
     
    I deleted the app from my phone, again, and refused to talk about it. Now I’m sitting in Dr. Adams’s office zeroed in on the candy dish he replaced . . . with no Airheads. Fucking mints. He’s trying to piss me off. Who in their sane mind wants to suck on a fucking mint while purging their deepest, darkest secrets? I’m wondering who the crazy one is.
     
    “What has you agitated today?”
     
    “I’m not agitated.” I don’t think I was convincing with the rolling of my eyes and nasty tone, but I wasn’t trying to be.
     
    “So sitting on my couch while emptying the contents of your purse, in complete silence, and clearly trying to yank your hair out isn’t agitation?”
     
    “No, I’m fucking pissed. Not agitated. Not irritated. Not upset. Fucking. Pissed.”
     
    “Okay. What caused this?”
     
    “Your fucking mints. Where are my Airheads?”
     
    “My candy choice doesn’t meet your standards. Noted. What else has you pissed ?”
     
    “Are you being condescending, Doc? Isn’t that Psychology 101? Thou shalt not condescend ones patients.”
     
    “We don’t have commandments, Bianca. I’m not the Bible. I’m not the truth on all. Yes, I was being condescending showing you how ridiculous you are being over candy.”
     
    “Candy is not something to joke about. You can’t take the choice of good candy and bad candy lightly. It’s a staple in the diet.”
     
    “I’ll remedy that by your next appointment.”
     
    I want to smack the smugness out of him. “You do that, and I’ll make sure to deduct the error of your ways from this session.” His lips turn up slightly, and now I am irate. “He liked my fucking picture on Facebook. I haven’t seen or heard from him in six months. Six months, Doc! I was strong enough to enter the world of social media again. Drinking wine with my best friend; laughing, truly laughing for the first time in months, and he liked my fucking picture.”
     
    “Slow down. Breathe. Explain it to me.”
     
    “I just did. Buy a clue because I’m ten seconds from catching a charge for bludgeoning my therapist in his office with a candy dish with motherfucking mints in it.”
     
    “Let me rephrase this. Who liked your picture on Facebook?”
     
    “Dakota.” I spit.
     
    “Why does that make you angry?”
     
    “Holy shit. I’m rethinking paying for this visit at all.”
     
    “I have to say, in spite of your anger, it’s refreshing to see you with some fire in you. Why are you