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“Like riding a bike.” I smile to myself.
But then I remember why I’m on the bike. I let out a deep, shuddering breath and make my way to the cemetery to see if Jeanie Valentine knows where her son is.
My chest burns and my legs feel like jelly as I ride into the cemetery. It’s big, but I know exactly where she is. As I get closer, I can see that he’s not here, and my heart sinks. I’d been hoping he would be. I see a daisy bush not too far away and jog over and pick five flowers off of it. I smile down at them. Roman and I would pick them once a week when we visited here.
I make my way over to Jeanie and kneel at her headstone.
“Hey, Jeanie, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and I apologize. I should have come sooner and under different circumstances. But I’m here now, and I need your help.” I place the flowers on top of her headstone and smile.
“Have you seen Roman? I bet you have. If you could tell me where he is, give me a sign, I would be forever grateful. I don’t want to sound rude, but I don’t want him visiting you just yet. I want to keep here with me a lot longer. So, if you see him up there, tell him to come back to me. He can’t stay with you. I’ll miss him too much.” A tear slips from my face.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Hunter’s calling me. I answer. “You find him?”
“No, where are you?” he asks.
“I’m visiting his mom. I hoped he came here, so I rode over on my bike.”
“I’m at your place. Do you want me to come get you?”
“No, my bike will mess up your car. I‘ll meet you at mine. We can go out and look for him together.”
“Okay, I’ll see in you in twenty.”
I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket.
“Promise me you won’t keep him if he come to you, Jeanie.” I kiss my fingers and press them against the cold, hard stone then stand. I walk over to my bike and start my way back home.
“Give me a sign,” I call out to the sky, pedaling as fast as I can to meet Hunter. Every minute we’re not looking is another minute that Roman could be dying somewhere. And time seems to be against us today.
I’m about five minutes into my ride when I hear a car pull up beside me. I look over; it’s black and shiny but not Jace’s car. The window glides down, and a face I recognize from last night is behind the wheel.
“Well, hello there, angel.”
