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.

rested now, it would help diffuse things a little easier? Or maybe I was just dreaming up

was just a short drive from Emma's place - I had hoped that it would feel longer today. Emma helped to fill the silence with firing random questions at Reid, clearly trying to distract us all, but I could barely focus on anything that was

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

that I imagined I could hear it echo

out of the car, allowing for my body to enter autopilot, as we walked

but remember the last time we were here only hours ago, the fear, the helplessness of not knowing what

at least that was the

the waiting room, Vincent was sat in one of the chairs over by the vending

he turned, his expression hard to read

when they landed on me, but the tension between us was still very much there, remaining buried beneath the surface.

he sleeping again?" Reid questions, as he clears his throat

there with them." Vincent tells Reid who rolls his eyes knowingly. It was then

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he speaks of her, she may be another tricky one to

amongst the

expression eased a little more at hearing me speak for the first time, seeming

better today. Ate his first meal this morning but it wasn't much. He's still groggy, but the doctors say it's a good sign." His tone was lighter when he talked about Daryl, as if the progress was giving him something to hold onto. "That's... that's great news," I replied, relief washing over me, but

knew we weren't here just to talk about Daryl... and that he wanted to

with me, Sofia. We do need to talk." Vincent stands from his position, as I catch Reid and Emma locking eyes -

of me suddenly twisted tighter as I

This was it...

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

small smile, thankful for her. "O-Okay." Turning to Vincent,

strides as I followed after

with everything that hadn't been said yet as we approached and climbed in to his car,

in my lap, fidgeting with the hem of my black

I began to wonder if he had

said quietly, his eyes remaining