Page 29 of The Fool


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“Quaid won’t care. Day or night. Call,” I urged.

He agreed and hung up, and I was left feeling numb, unsure what to do next.

“What’s wrong?” Shayne.

“I…” Before I could get anything out, I burst out crying.

The sobs were horrible and gut wrenching.

There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t join in on the crying.

By the time I’d gained even a semblance of control, I’d gotten most of the story out, and Shayne was gaping at me.

“What do I do?” I cried.

I was under contract.

I couldn’t just leave.

“You let me handle that from here,” Shayne said. “Pack your bags up.”

So, I did.

Shayne was gone for a full two hours before she came back, and by that time, every single thing of mine was packed.

“Got it all figured out,” she said as she burst into the room. “I have to pack my things, but I already booked you a flight. I’ll drop you off at the airport, then come back and pack my things, and I’ll be there by this afternoon. Are you ready?”

I nodded.

“Let’s go.”

• • •

I didn’t remember any of the plane ride.

I didn’t get scared of the turbulence.

I didn’t have much reaction to anything, really.

I got off the plane and headed straight to my parents’ house, texting all of my brothers on the way there.

By the time I’d arrived thirty minutes later, all of them but Gable were there, looking worried.

“What’s going on?” Mom asked the moment I got to her.

I felt my chin wobble and my eyes fill with tears, and then I drew in a deep breath, and explained.

My mom hit the floor before anyone could react.

I wasn’t far behind, collapsing right in front of her and pulling her into my arms.

I felt my father’s arms encircle both of us and pick us up off the floor, his superior size and strength doing it easily.

I was carried in by one of my brothers, and I watched as Dad carried Mom inside bridal style.

Dad’s face was… broken.

His face was ashen, his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked like I’d just taken him out with a two-by-four.

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