Friends of Colton. They don’t look like drug addicts, but can you tell that by looking at someone?
The woman looks up and catches sight of me in the window. Her mouth opens, as if she’s gasping, or maybe as if I’ve hurt her—as if seeing me looking at her hurts her. How’s she connected to the man I was supposed to marry?
The man turns, following the woman’s gaze, and when his eyes meet mine, the intensity on his face makes me gasp. I put my hand to my chest, pressing against the strange ache there, as if the hammering beat of my heart is code that can provide the answers I’m so afraid of.
“The Young and the Restless is on, honey,” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Come watch with me while I get lunch ready?”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I call, but I can’t take my eyes off the man outside.
He presses his fist to his chest, and I wonder if he feels it too—this unlikely pull I have toward him. He’s gorgeous. Dark hair and the scruff of his shortly trimmed beard. From here, his eyes look almost black, but I wonder what they’re like up close. Do those eyes know my secrets? Does he know what happened that night? Or why I fell in love with such a bad man?
He takes his phone from his pocket, dials, and looks at me as he puts it to his ear. When he pulls it away, he holds it up and shakes it gently. Call me. The words are on his lips. Mouthed or said, I don’t know. But I feel them. Then he’s saying something else. I miss you.
Is that what he said? I can’t tell.
That doesn’t make sense. I don’t know this man. I know he’s not Colton. Not Colton, who almost killed me, but his friend. He’s someone from Jackson Harbor begging me to call him and telling me he misses me.
Does he miss me as a friend or something more? It couldn’t be more if I was supposed to marry Colton, so why does it feel like more? Why is he looking at me like he’d knock down the walls of this house to get to me? Does he know I don’t remember? Does he know I almost died?
Does he know how much I’ve lost?
I put my hand to my stomach—to the womb that cradled the child I’ll never meet, to the space that failed to protect the only piece of my old life I want to hold on to.
The man turns away and opens the car door for his companion, and a shiver rushes through me. He goes around to his side and climbs in.
When the car pulls away, I open the top drawer of my dresser and take out my cell phone. Are there answers on there? Messages from the life that’s nothing more than a ghost haunting my days? I stare at the black screen with shaking hands, but I can’t make myself turn it on.
Levi
“It’s my fault.” Ava sinks onto the couch at the little house we rented for the night.
“You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” I pace the tidy living room, already itching to leave. Ellie is safe. That’s all that matters. She’s alive, and she’s safe. And she doesn’t want to talk to me.
“It is if Colton did that to her.”
I shake my head. “You don’t believe that.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispers. “But where is he?”
So many fucking questions. Where is Colton? What happened to his father? Who tried to kill Ellie, and why? And fuck it—despite what the police seem to think, none of the questions matter but the last. I can’t stand feeling like she might still be in danger.
At least I got to see her for myself—even if it was through a dusty window. But I can’t stop thinking about the confusion on her face when she looked at me. It was as if she didn’t understand why I’d be there. As if she didn’t even recognize me.
I stop pacing and turn to my brother’s fiancée. “We should leave. Let’s just go home. She doesn’t want us here anyway.”
“Not yet.” Ava shakes her head, then takes her phone from her purse. I know from the way she taps the screen that she’s calling Ellie. If she were calling Jake, she’d act with more confidence, but knowing your best friend is shutting you out completely hurts, and it’s hard to keep trying when you’re rejected again and again. She shakes her head and ends the call. “Voicemail.”
“Maybe she doesn’t have her phone.”
“Ben said the police returned it to her sister. She has it.”
I drag a hand through my hair. I’m antsy as hell and need to get out of here, and I want to press the issue, but Ava looks exhausted. I nod toward the bedroom. “Go get some rest. I’m going to head out for a drink.” She blinks back tears, and I pull her to standing and wrap her in my arms. “We’ll figure this out, sis. I promise.”
She laughs against my chest. “You called me sis.?
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“You will be soon enough. Just one week.” I step back and fold my arms across my chest. “Now go rest before my brother has my ass for not taking care of his two favorite people.”