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I glanced over my shoulder at him and nodded. “Yeah.”
The door opened with a soft whoosh. It’d been two weeks, but it felt like a lifetime ago. This place wasn’t home. I’d never gotten the same welcoming feeling walking into this house.
Malcolm stepped in front of me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I put my hand on his chest. He had the instant reaction to reach up and cover mine with his own. I wanted this. I wanted to be with him. I just had to stop overthinking it.
“Doesn’t look like nothing. It seems like there’s something on your mind.”
“It’s nothing, not really.”
“Not really?”
I rested my head against his chest. I thought back to my session with Dr. Carr. Malcolm wrapped his arms around me. My safe place.
“What’s wrong?”
I shrugged.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
I slid my arms up around his neck. “Not exactly.”
“O…kay”
“It’s not about not wanting to be with you. This is a total me thing.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
I shook my head and pulled away. “We have packing to do.”
“Ginger.”
“I’m good, really. Did you get boxes?”
“Yeah, I did. I’ll go grab them.”
Chapter 58
Malcolm
I grabbed the boxes and tape from the back of my truck.
Ginger met me at the door, and took a few of them from the stack I carried. “How was Shawn?”
“Good. Your parents offered to come help if we needed them.”
“They are helping. This would take much longer if we had to chase him around.”
“True. So where do you want to start?”
“Uh…I’ll start in the kitchen since I need to figure out what I want to take. Can you take your boxes up to my room?”
I nodded and headed off in that direction. Whatever was on her mind, she seemed to have put it behind her. I knew better than to push, but her attitude made me worry she wasn’t as ready for this step as she’d said. I just had to hope that not questioning her wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass later.
I leaned the boxes up against her dresser, trying to figure out where to start first. I walked into her closet to start getting down the things on her shelf. The top shoe box wobbled then fell to the floor. Off came the top and envelopes spilled out. I sat the other boxes down then started picking up the envelopes. Each one was sealed and had names on them. One for her parents, Macy, Shawn, and me.
Grabbing them up, I walked over to take a seat on her bed. I placed all the others back in the shoe box but held onto the one addressed to me. Reasons for these bombarded me. Somewhere deep in my gut, one reason stood out. Flipping it over, I started to open it but stopped. If this letter was what I thought it was, did I really want to know? Did I want to read her goodbye? As I ripped it open, I knew the answer was yes. Whether it was some sort of morbid curiosity or a genuine need to know, I couldn't be sure.
