The Boundaries You Asked For

Summary

After we got back together, Sienna became unusually clingy.

She had to report everything—what she ate, what she drank, who she saw.

One day, she called, her tone testing the waters. “Lindsay’s bringing some younger guys to the spa resort. She wants me to go.”

“Oh,” I said. “Have fun.”

The line went dead.

Twenty minutes later, she was blocking my doorway, demanding in a hoarse voice, “You’d really just let me go off with other people?”

I took a step back under her gaze.

“Isn’t this the ‘boundaries’ you wanted?”

My words hung in the air, and she froze.