"Don't stop me, Max. This is what you want, right?"
"No, Carrie. I want us to talk about everything. I-I feel so guilty. I didn't know you and Stacey were hurting this much."
I turned back, my eyes meeting his. "Maximus, if you're truly guilty, then face the consequences. There's nothing left to talk about. It's pointless to keep repeating ourselves if you still don't understand."
"Max, don't stop her. Let her run away." Lalaina reached out to Max, urging him to let me go.
I smiled at her, a cold, cruel smile. "Run away? That's not what I'm going to do, Lalaina. I'm freeing myself from this miserable marriage. I can't stay in that boring house, not anymore. But if you want to stay there, go ahead, have it all to yourself."
Max hung his head, frustration is evident in his posture. "Carrie, don't leave me like this. Our daughter died. I can't face this alone."
"Our daughter? You gotta be kidding me. Now you realize she's your daughter?"
"Carrie, please. Listen to me. I know I'm a jerk, but I didn't know you called. I didn't receive any calls from you."
My eyes narrowed, and I looked at Lalaina. "Why are you asking me? Why not your sunshine, who prevented you from coming to the festival, and who knows, maybe blocked my number?"
Max turned to Lalaina, his face filled with suspicion.
"What the hell did you do, Lalaina?"
