Shadows In Durango

Chapter 122

*****Sofia's POV*****

I could feel my pulse quicken as Vincent's text message to Emma's phone repeated over and over again from within my head:

'Daryl's doing better. We should probably talk today. I'll meet you when you get to the hospital later?'

Was this it?

It was direct and straight to the point giving nothing away?

That was Vincent's style...

Was this whole meet up lining itself up to be the dreaded conversation where he's going to tell me it's all over? Whatever spark we had together, now gone? That I was too much of a liability for him, for everyone around me? Most likely.

My mind spiraled with every possible outcome as I finished drying my damp hair, and none of them felt good. Still, I knew I had to face reality sooner rather than later in order to move on in any way I can...

Whatever he had to say to me, whether it be good or bad, I would have to hear it in person, to my face.

I glanced across the room at Emma, who gave me an encouraging smile as she pulled on her peach coloured sweatshirt. "You've got this, Sofia. I can practically hear your thoughts. You need to just talk to him, clear the air, you'll both feel better for it after."

I nodded, even though my stomach continued to do flips. "I know, we should probably go there soon, it's getting closer to the afternoon visiting slots. I'll be ready in two minutes." I announce, sighing once more as I drag the brush through my well conditioned hair - grateful to look somewhat normal again despite the remnants of bruising, but I looked way better than what I had done when I first freed myself from Ashtons grubby basement...

Emma quickly hammered out a message on her phone, probably sending it to Reid since he had offered to come pick us both up, as I placed the brush down on the nightstand.

Everything seemed to move quickly from there, which I hadn't exactly wanted it to, growing more nervous by the second.

Reid turned up, we both climbed in, and thankfully he seemed to have more colour to his cheeks today compared to last night - seeming more back to his usual self.

"Did you sleep?" Emma questioned him, as I chose to remain quiet in the back.

"Yeah Vincent and I managed to take turns during the night, they gave us a small room with a bed when they realised we weren't leaving any time soon which was good." He explains, as I feel relieved to hear that Vincent had managed to sleep a little bit too.

all of us rested now, it would help diffuse things a little

had hoped that it would feel

stuck on what Vincent might have to say to me, what his face might look like when we first see each

imagined I could hear it echo up in to my ears.

my body to enter autopilot, as we walked up the familiar steps

but remember the last time we were here only hours ago, the fear, the helplessness of not knowing what would happen to Daryl eating

at least that was the

in one of the chairs over by the vending machines and hadn't noticed us

his expression hard to read as he eyed each

cold either. His eyes softened slightly when they landed on me, but the tension between us was still very much there, remaining buried beneath the surface. "Hey," he greeted, his voice low. "I'm

in with him? Is he sleeping again?" Reid questions, as he clears his throat

his fucking Mom decided to show up so as you can imagine she's in there all over him like a bad rash. Amelia came back not too long ago though so at least she's in there with them." Vincent tells Reid who rolls his eyes knowingly. It was then

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Mom shining through when he speaks of her, she may be another tricky one

trying to find my voice amongst the building silence.

more at hearing me speak for the first

good sign." His tone was lighter when he talked about Daryl, as if the progress was giving him something to hold onto. "That's...

here just to talk about Daryl... and that he wanted to

grab some things for him, and I was hoping you'd come with me, Sofia. We do need to talk." Vincent stands from his position, as I catch Reid and

tighter as I felt my cheeks fall

This was it...

me a supportive nod, sensing my hesitation. "I'll stay here with Reid and

"O-Okay."

another word, Vincent took off in large strides as I followed after him to leave the

was heavy, filled with everything that hadn't been said yet as

the hem of

wonder if he had plotted on

blame you for this, you know," he said quietly, his eyes remaining fixed