“That’s very nice of you, especially after she bit you in your own bed.”
“She doesn’t scare me.” With my hands on her shoulders, I look into her eyes. “The only thing that truly scares me is losing you now that I’ve found you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, Flynn. Remember, you’re blaming yourself for all this. I’m not.”
Filled with gratitude for her, I rest my forehead against hers. “So LA. Yes?”
“Yes, let’s do it.”
Chapter 3
I’m deeply saddened to be leaving the city I’ve come to love, but Flynn has convinced me it’s for the best. He asks if he can borrow my phone so he can consult with Leah about the apartment. I hand it over to him.
“Do you want me to check the voice mails and texts for you?”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do it when I feel up to it.”
“Nat… It’s probably best if you don’t go online.”
“Trust me, I have no desire to read about my private hell online. Been there, done that eight years ago. Once was more than enough.”
“I hate that this is happening to you again. I hate it so much.”
“I know you do, but in some ways… It’s a relief. Everyone knows now. No more secrets to be guarded.”
“They were your secrets to release or not on your own timetable. It shouldn’t have happened this way.”
“Maybe not, but I refuse to give that monster any more of my life than he already stole from me. If I curl up into a ball in defeat, then he wins. That can’t happen.”
“I’m so fucking in awe of you.” He cradles my face in his hands. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. This awful thing happened to you when you were too young to understand, and then to have to cope with it entirely on your own…”
“I wasn’t completely alone. I was lucky that by the time he attacked me, Stone had made a lot of enemies. They were happy to support me if it helped to bring him down.”
“Your parents really turned their backs on you?”
Shrugging, I look up at him as it becomes obvious that he knows the details of what happened to me. “Stone was their bread and butter. My father worked for him. They told me I needed to be more concerned about my family than I was about myself.”
“Fucking unreal.”
“What they never understood is that I did it for my sisters. Candace is four years younger than me. If I kept my mouth shut, he might’ve gone after her next.”
“So brave.”
“I was so scared. He told me he’d kill me if I told anyone.”
When Flynn wraps me up in his strong arms, I can feel him trembling.
“Since everything happened, I haven’t felt safe, truly safe, until I found you.”
“Natalie…” He buries his face in my hair. “No one will ever hurt you again. I swear to God.”
I hold on to him and his assurances even as my heart breaks over the loss of my happy new life in New York.
On the way to the airport in Teterboro, New Jersey, later that day, Flynn tells me we have a stop to make before we leave the city. We’re in one of two SUVs full of the security personnel he hired to keep me safe. I’m surprised to hear we’re stopping anywhere when he’s so anxious to get me out of New York, where rabid reporters have staked out his place and mine.
Addie is riding with us and will be flying back to LA on the plane Flynn chartered to make the trip. She’s been quietly supportive all day, working the phones and taking care of details like arranging to have the bags Leah packed for me picked up at our apartment.
It’s a relief not to have to consider logistics at a time like this. “Thanks for everything you did today, Addie.” Fluff squirms in my arms, but I keep a tight grip on her so she can’t cause any trouble.
“I was happy to help.”
Flynn’s publicist, Liza, wanted to come by to talk to us, but he put her off for now. He spent an hour on the phone with her earlier, during which he did a lot of yelling. I hate how upset he is and that he’s still blaming himself.
We pull up to a curb on a street I don’t recognize. Flynn takes me by the hand and leads me from the car. The security guys are all over us as we enter what looks like a family-style restaurant that’s largely deserted before the dinner rush. We follow Addie through the restaurant’s dining area to a room in the back.
I’m about to ask Flynn what’s going on when I’m rushed by third-graders. The kids all talk at once as they hug me. Leah is there, as are several of the other teachers from our school. I also see Sue from the office and the children’s parents, including my good friend Aileen. Her son, Logan, is one of my favorite students.
Aileen hugs me the minute she can get close enough. We’re both in tears as we cling to each other. “This is such bullshit,” she whispers. Her body is thin and bony from the battle she’s waging with breast cancer, but her voice is fierce.
“I can’t believe you’re all here,” I somehow manage to say. I’m so completely overwhelmed that I can barely breathe.