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He glanced from her to Daar and back. “I can stand in the doorway with the door open.”
“Would it help if I promised I’m not going to smother him to death?”
The officer frowned.
Clearly, her humor wasn’t appreciated.
Harper would have laughed.
She shoved the thought away immediately.
“I’d appreciate the illusion of privacy,” she said.
He seemed to accept that and got to his feet. He crossed to the entry and pulled the curtain across so she couldn’t see him.
It would do.
Robin blew out a breath and crossed to Uncle Daar’s bedside.
How was it he got to live? What kind of cruel world was this?
“I know you probably can’t hear me, but I wanted to have this conversation with you. It’s probably better. You’d talk over me if you were awake.” She gripped the railing to steady herself. “I’ve decided that I can’t forgive you. You’ve caused so much pain and suffering. You killed both my parents. You treated me like I was less than. And now I find out you’re worse than all of that. When people talk about how humans can be monsters, I’m always going to think of you. From now on. That’s why I’m going to help the FBI. I’m going to tell them everything I know and I’m going to let them dig through all of Dad’s things.”
A tremor shook her, and she regretted having come in here alone.
Jessica might actually smother Uncle Daar to death, not that Robin would blame her.
Saaina was gone. They’d had dinner last night together. Today the FBI would be relocating her and Robin would never see Saaina again. At least she was getting the chance to live her life the way she wanted to from here on out.
Kelsey and Diha seemed like nice enough people, but Robin didn’t know them. Besides, they were connected to Harper.
Every nerve ending in her body throbbed. The pain was sharp and bone-deep.
It was so confusing. The last person she should want was Harper, and every damn day she thought about him. She checked her phone wondering how he was doing.
“Why is it the only man I’ve wanted more with just wanted you?” she asked Uncle Daar’s prone form. “I’m jealous of a vegetable. I’m jealous Harper came into my life because of you. For once, why can’t it be about me? I’m going to be dealing with your shit for years. The FBI has already said I’m probably at risk just for being related to you. Where’s the fairness in that?”
It wasn’t surprising that he continued to lay there saying nothing.
“Goodbye, Uncle Daar. I don’t intend to see you again. I’ll pay the bills and do what I have to, but I will not give you more than the bare minimum. I don’t know how, but I’ll try to undo some of the evil you brought into the world. It’s the least I can do.”
Robin turned and strode out of the room. She didn’t want to cry, not in front of him even if he was unconscious. She had some pride left.
The officer called out to her as she hurried away, but she ignored him.
As of today, Robin was only going to look forward.
She swiped her hand over her face, willing herself to not cry, and walked into a person. Strong hands grasped her arms, steadying her as she jerked her arm down and stared up at Harper’s face.
He blinked at her and his mouth hung open, as if he’d been about to say something.
Robin didn’t breathe. She was too scared to for fear that time would resume. Instead, they stood there, her lungs burning, looking at each other.
He recovered first, letting her go and taking a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be down here.”
She hoisted her purse farther up her shoulder. “It’s fine.”
Neither of them made a move to leave and she couldn’t force a word out. So they stood there.
