Page 4 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

She looks like the girl I met all those years ago, the one who disappeared when Ben was born. The one who, for a very short time made me happy, was someone I wanted to spend my life with and the one I missed with every cell in my body.

The one I love.

I’m losing my mind. One second I can barely stand the sight of my wife, the next my whole body vibrates for her.

Before I have the chance to back paddle and ask her what is really going on, she squares her shoulders and obliterates any doubt in my previous assumptions of her needing me for only one thing by saying, “Fifty K this week.”

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“Beth, where’s Heather?” I can’t find her anywhere. Claire was here for more than half an hour, even when I transferred the money right before her eyes to her account, she stayed in the office and surprised the shit out of me when she started talking about Ben. How he didn’t want to eat this morning after I left, and how he told her she needs to learn about his dinosaurs just like I did, so she could play with him. She even said she looked them up but could not for the life of her manage to remember them. Right as I was letting the surprise of the glimpse of someone I used to know fade and when I was getting comfortable and, fuck me, started hoping I would maybe on some level get her back, she squared her shoulders, the mask fell down over her face and with ice in her tone she said, “ I have to go. Eliza’s probably waiting for me.”

With my hope crushed again, I go in search of the woman who made my life go from Hell to Heaven.

Only thing is I can’t find her anywhere.

She’s not in her office or in the break room. And I know she doesn’t have any meetings on her schedule. I made sure of that.

“She said she doesn’t feel well and is taking the rest of the day off,” Beth answers knowingly on my fifth pass down the hallway.

Fuck, is it possible that the woman knows? For someone who fucked half the company, she sure is giving me an awfully accusing look.

“Ah,” with nothing else to say, I only nod my head to her and go back into my office. Sitting down in my chair I take my phone and try calling Heather.

No answer.

Fuck!

I knew it the moment I’ve seen her eyes after I told Beth to send in Claire, she was going to run. Only problem is, I don’t know where she’s run off to.

After three more times of calling her with the same result, I type in a quick message

Pretty girl, where are you?

Later, I type one more

Baby, please answer me… or better yet, come back.

They both go unanswered