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we're
too tight for that. You calm down okay, Ty?"
    "I will be okay Marcus. Thanks for being a
friend."
    I took the elevator up to our old apartment;
it was bittersweet that that apartment Trey and I had once
inhabited together had much better memories than our large, cold
house in the country.
    Gina had the door open and was holding Reese
in her arms when I came in. She immediately knew that something was
seriously wrong.
    "What is it, Ty? You look like shit."
    "Thanks Gina; I knew I could depend on
you."
    "What the fuck girlfriend! I haven't even
seen you in more than a month? Not since you buried Marley."
    "Stop!" I shouted. "Don't go there!"
    I had startled Reese. He started crying
leaning against Gina rooting for her breast.
    "It's okay, baby," she crooned to him,
unbuttoning her shirt so that he could gain access. He latched on
immediately, sucking loudly as he nursed.
    "Can I use your phone please?"
    "You came all the way into Atlanta to use my
phone?"
    "My Blackberry died, Gina, can I please use
yours?"
    "Go right ahead; are you going to tell me
what the hell is going on?"
    "I will. I need to make this call
first."
    Gina walked into the living room having
handed me her Blackberry. I phoned my dad's cell number. I breathed
a sigh of relief when he answered.
    "Dad, its Tylar. I'm calling from Gina's
phone."
    The tears started flowing along with my
hysteria. I didn't know where to begin with him. We had no history
together but for now I needed a dad. I needed him.
    "Tylar, are you alright?"
    "No Daddy," I sobbed, "I'm not alright. I
need to come home."
    Gina listened to everything I shared with my
father on that phone call. I could see her tense up when she heard
what I had observed Trey doing with Amber. She was nursing Reese
trying to stay calm but I knew that she was ready to go off.
    After I got off the phone with my father
Gina got up and took Reese to the nursery. The same nursery that
had been Preston's when we lived here. How happy we had been here I
thought. She returned in a few minutes after putting him down for a
nap.
    "Ty," she said, her voice cracking with
emotion. "Will you please sit down and talk to me?"
    I went over to the couch where she had
gestured me to be seated. I sat down next to her. She turned and
looked at me as if she hadn't seen me in years instead of weeks.
She took my hands into hers and swallowed nervously.
    "I am so sorry for what you have gone
through these past several weeks," she said to me softly. "I know
that maybe I have been too tied up with Tristan and Reese to be
there for you. I'm sorry," she said, starting to cry.
    "Gina - there is no need for you to
apologize or to be upset," I told her. "This is my problem. I'm
handling it."
    "No Ty - I don't think that you are. Look at
you," she choked, tears running down her cheeks.
    "Well excuse me," I said annoyed, "But I've
spent the better part of the day with horses and working in the
barn, not to mention sprinting across the pasture after I
discovered my husband kissing his junior partner in my house. I'm
fucking sorry, Gina that I didn't take the time to fix my hair and
reapply my make-up before making my visit here."
    "God damn it, Tylar! That is not what I'm
talking about and you fucking know it! You are skin and bones. My
God! Your eyes take up half of your face with the dark circles
going on underneath them. You lost a child, girlfriend. That has to
hurt."
    "How could I have lost a child that I never
really had, Gina? It was more like a miscarriage. It happens."
    "You know better than that, Tylar. It was
not a miscarriage and you damn well know it. That baby died in your
womb. It wasn't your fault, but you need to face the facts here.
Something terrible and entirely without reason happened to your
baby. Tell me that you didn't love Preston before she was born?
Before she could have even survived if she had been born
early?"
    "Stop it Gina; stop it right now. I will not
listen to this. It happened. It's over and done with and