“Just fuckin’ kill him and get it over with,” Sean grunted. “We aren’t stupid. We know he had something to do with it, and I haven’t even seen the file yet.”
I chuckled, and then that chuckle vanished just as quickly as it came when Sean’s next question pierced the quiet night air.
“When you get everything you need on your parents…what then?” he asked. “Are you getting your family back?”
I looked up at the night sky.
There wasn’t a star in sight.
God damn city, always fucking up the stars.
“It’s not that easy,” I sighed. “I’ve been gone for a really long time now. She may not want me back.”
Chapter 6
I married the man who was willing to start my car for me on cold mornings.
-Text from Mina to Audrey
Mina
I was sick to my stomach. I didn’t want to do this. Oh, God. I didn’t want to do this.
I looked over at my baby girl, sleeping blissfully in her bed, completely unaware of my turmoil, and closed my eyes in mortification.
I opened a can of worms, and now I couldn’t figure out how the hell to get them sealed back up in the can again.
This thing with Josh had gotten so far out of hand.
When I’d told him two weeks ago that I would go out on a ‘friends only’ date with him, it had never occurred to me that he would take that opportunity and run with it.
He’d wormed himself into my life, and I had no clue what to do or say to get him out of it. I’d plainly told him how I felt in the very beginning, and it was like he’d taken that with a grain of salt.
Where I thought I had put up a clear roadblock, Josh just figured all he had to do was find a detour to get where he wanted to go.
And, apparently, he wanted to be with me.
I didn’t want to be with him, though. I wanted him to go the hell away and not come back. I wanted him to get out of my life and to leave me alone after he left.
But after what happened earlier, I wasn’t sure what I had to do to get him out of it.
Hell, he didn’t even live next to me anymore, and he was still ruining my life.
I knew that I was leaving, though. That thing was concrete.
I’d already packed all of Sienna’s and my things that we were taking with us. I’d waited until Josh would have gone to work, and then loaded our car up so full that I wasn’t sure that Sienna would be comfortable enough on the ride to where we were going.
But, at this point, it didn’t matter.
She either had to deal with being uncomfortable for a few hours, or I was going to be forced into having sex with a man who I didn’t want in my house, let alone anywhere near my person.
I was leaving.
The rest of our stuff was being put into storage, thanks to movers. They would handle the rest of the packing and moving, as well as the cleaning of the house after we left.
I’d resigned from my job at the hospital, and I’d found a nursing contract in Uncertain, Texas that would last for the next four weeks while I tried to decide what in the hell I was going to do next.
The clock on the wall struck nine, and someone knocked lightly on the door.
I turned to stare at the door with uncertainty and sighed.
That was because I knew the man who was standing on the other side of the door, and this one didn’t scare the absolute shit out of me.
Nodding to him, I carefully closed the door to Sienna’s room and walked towards the door.
He saw me coming and waited patiently for me to get there. The moment I opened the door, he handed me a stack of newspapers and a dozen eggs.
“Hi, Lynn,” I said to my other neighbor as I opened the door.
Lynn was a good guy.
He looked like a harmless man, but I saw the way he watched things. He moved and acted exactly like Tunnel had when we’d go out to eat, or run to the supermarket.
Always watchful. He could see a weapon on someone from yards away. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how Tunnel had known some of the things he’d known. He hadn’t worked in law enforcement for long before he’d passed. A half a year at most once he’d graduated, but that was enough to get a whole lot of experience. It was like cop years aged like dog years. It was as if he was in their heads somehow, and this man, Lynn, was the exact same way.
“Hey, darlin’,” he said. “You going somewhere?”
I looked at my car that was packed to the brim with our stuff.
“Yes,” I didn’t see a point in lying to him. He was a nice guy, after all, and he had taken good care of me and Sienna after Tunnel had passed away.
Tunnel would have liked my neighbor, although he hadn’t lived here long enough to have met Tunnel. Lynn had moved in days after Tunnel’s passing.
I hadn’t had to mow my own lawn since Tunnel had done it last over six years ago, thanks to this man standing in front of me and the rest of Tunnel’s club.
“Are you selling your house?” He looked at my car, and then back at the house beyond where I was standing.
I stepped back and gestured for him to come in.
He did, and took a look around, almost as if he were assessing if there were any threats inside.
“I’m not selling my house, no,” I shook my head. “I have a new nursing contract in Uncertain, Texas and I’m going there for a few weeks. It’s really good money, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity since Sienna’s starting a different school next year.”
He frowned.
“Why so fast?” he asked. “Are you taking your cat?”
I nodded, and felt my phone buzz on the kitchen counter.
“I am, and it does seem fast, yes. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Now that Sienna’s off for summer, it’s the best possible time to go,” I added, picking my phone up and glancing at the display.
Unknown (9:28 PM): Who is that in your house?
I threw the phone down on the counter. He must have seen Lynn come into the kitchen. He may have moved, but he was still watching me.
“Problem?” Lynn asked.
I shook my head. “No, just work,” I lied. “They weren’t happy that I was leaving.”
That, at least, was the truth. My boss was stunned that I was leaving. Since I’d started working there when I turned twenty-one, I’d worked on that same floor. Then, when all the shit with Josh had started to go down, I gave my two weeks’ notice. Unfortunately, I’d done the two weeks’ notice by taking vacation for two weeks, which, legally, they couldn’t stop me from doing.
I had over four hundred hours built up of sick leave and vacation time, as well as extended illness time that they had to pay me according to company policy, and they were not happy to be losing me.
I’d thought about just telling them I needed a month or two off, but when I’d broached that subject with my boss’ boss, I was not only told no, but I was told hell no. So, with no other choice, I’d quit.
“I’m sure. It’s a surprise to me, too, and we talk nearly every day…at least when that other guy isn’t over anyways.”
I immediately felt like shit about that. That was truer than true.