Chapter 80

Miss you.

It’s just those two words.

I stare at them for hours.

I draft a hundred different replies and delete them all. Because there is no right thing to say to the husband-who-isn’t-my-husband who-is-my-captor/enemy.

If he’s looking at his phone I’m sure he’ll see the three dots that pop up and disappear as I type and then click back to undo.

As night passes into morning, I sleep again.

It’s fitful. Filled with dreams that are more like nightmares, and memories I’ve bottled up since I was a kid.

I cry.

I curl up and try to comfort myself.

Because it’s going to take 48 hours for the results back from my lab tests.

Two days to learn if I’ll live or if I’m right back to counting down the time left with my terminal illness.

I want to live so badly.

It’s some ingrained survival instinct, sure, but when facing my own mortality, I don’t want to d ie.

At some point, I get up and start cleaning. I organize clothes and move boxes and clean up the junk that had been left behind-some of it by teenage me.

A day later, there is another text. This one is also brief. It just says, Special Delivery.

does that

up

each carry a box. Really big boxes.

1

K

4

.

2

sets his down first. “That blockhead beta

pretty sure he means James.

lug around both of these.

you search them?” I

Liam snaps at me.

a fair question. They’re essentially violating my privacy, but

is

they’re doing it for

sshole thinks your own pack won’t feed you,” Liam mutters. Then he opens the box and pulls out packages or protein bars and

it?” Adam says to me.

he’s thinking about me being locked away and starved for a

in your box?” I ask

and the components inside clang

knife after knife and then an assortment of

you against your own family.” Liam curses, “the ba stard.”

not that,” I say automatically.

what is it

have to be careful. Defending my family’s ‘enemy’ will only reflect poorly on me. But how sad is it

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