When I don’t say anything, he walks over to the bed and pushes me onto my back. “What are you worried about?” He straddles my waist and pins my arms over my head, getting in my face.
I bite my lip, thinking about what to say. I don’t want to sound insecure. “Do you think they’re going to get together?”
He stares at me. “I think it’s a good possibility. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No. I don’t want him to be alone while we’re traveling.”
“Then go up there and get her ass to come home.”
“So, you think I should do whatever it takes?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, it’s what Rachel asked of you, isn’t it?”
“I feel better knowing you’re okay with it.” A small smile plays at the corner of my mouth when he goes back to what he’s doing.
We’ll be revisiting this conversation later.
My gaze goes to the letter from Rachel. She asked me to bring Jenny home, no matter how that had to happen. I can’t deny her; I owe Rachel everything. She brought Raffe back to life after his accident.
I couldn’t do it, but she did. That’s all that matters. It’s not about keeping score. But, what I did do, was love him enough to let him go.
Rachel couldn’t do that.
That’s why she’s left this up to me, and it’s going to suck having to let him go a second time. He holds a piece of my heart.
Jesse,
It’s been two years, and in my heart I know you’ll have looked after Raffe. Thank you for that. I’m sure you’re angry at me for hurting him, but I’m going to be honest with you. I’m just not as strong as you were. I couldn’t bear to see him in someone else’s arms. I wanted him all for myself. Now that my time has come to an end, I realize I’ve never really had all of him. Part of Raffe has always been with her. His soul never quit looking for its other half.
Maybe bringing them back together will save mine.
But we both know trauma will do things to you, and I’m worried it will take drastic measures to get her to leave the only place she’s ever felt safe.
You and Dirk are soulmates. You know what that feels like. Many people don’t. I know you’ll do anything for Raffe. Please do what I couldn’t and reunite them … set his soul free.
With love,
Your sister Rachel
I don’t have to meet Jenny to see or feel her connection to Raffe. I’ve always known it’s been there. He’s never hidden it.Rachel is right; Jenny is a part of him. He himself describes it as if the traffickers split him into two the day they separated them, and his other half has been with Jenny ever since. I wonder if she felt the same.
You can’t deny it. I mean, she gave her kid to Raffe. The fact the opportunity even presented itself has to make you believe in something bigger than yourself. It was as if the universe had previously written it into the stars.
Maybe what I’m about to do is already woven into the cosmos.
I flick my lighter in front of my face, amazed by the things I’m willing to do to protect the people I love.
Chapter Thirty
Raffe
The smile on her face makes me wonder if she knows I’m watching her. Can she feel my eyes? She stands and stretches before moving to another section of garden.
I don’t know how, but I slept all night and well into the late morning. When I finally opened my peepers, there was a note laying on the coffee table for me. It said she had left my breakfast in the oven, and she would be outside.
The smell of blueberry pancakes wafts out of the oven as soon as I open it. My stomach growls loudly. I grab my plate, along with the glass syrup bottle she left on the counter, and head outside.
She looks up at the sound of the door. Her smile widens, and she waves. I give her one in return, holding my plate up to show her I’m eating alfresco. She nods and holds up a finger, letting me know she’ll join me in a minute.
