Chapter 34. Impulse

Lake POV

“Maverick, wait!”

“Let her go. She needs space.”

I glared at Uncle Moses. “I need to—”

“To apologize? You had the chance, and you blew it. Don’t worry, Homer will send her home. You, you stay put,” he ordered.

As much as I hated that he was right, he made a point. “It’s your fault she left. You all can’t just keep your opinion to yourselves.”

“She’s hurting, and don’t blame it on Papa. What the fuck—”

“Language, son,” Uncle Moses chided Striker.

“What the hell, cuz?”

“I blew it up, okay. Happy now?” I got away from them, but Striker was still tailing me.

“You mean, you screwed it up big time.”

“Yes, I fucked it up, and I don’t know how to unfuck it. I might as well hire a divorce lawyer.”

“Don’t be stupid and act impulsively. Your generation is so quick to decide on divorce, like changing clothes. I won’t let you do that. You married her because you’ve seen something in her that you did