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“We’ll get to the bottom of this. You know what I’m like.”
“I know, Georgiou Giordano.”
As we’re leaving, I feel eyes on me.
I always get the sensation that I’m being watched when I’m here—because I am.
I know it’s her—Donny’s daughter—and I can only imagine she must just stare through that window in the tower of her room, watching people go in and out of her home.
I never look up to the room, but tonight I do. Like most of the windows in Donny’s home, you can’t see inside.
I could be looking right at her, and I wouldn’t be able to see her.
Even if the window was open, she’s so high up in the fortress of a house I wouldn’t be able to see her face.
At least we might have managed to save her from a fate with Peter she never bargained for.
And I don’t have to worry about my name being dragged through the mud by his ass either.
25
Evie
He looked right at me.
Georgiou looked directly at me.
It’s the first time he’s done that.
I almost moved away from the window, but then I remembered no one could see inside. That’s my father’s doing again.
Henry walked on ahead of Georgiou, deep in thought. Georgiou followed, turning away from me.
Normally I’m so confident they never look that I sometimes have the window open. However, I’m up so high, I’d probably look like a ghost to them.
The type of ghost in their lives I will become next week.
I watch their car pull away, and it feels like I’ve slipped back into my old life, to that girl I was only weeks ago.
What am I going to do?
I move away from the window, and, at the same time, I hear Dad coming up the stairs.
He knocks on the door tentatively, the way he would when I’ve fallen asleep with the lights on.
“Come in,” I call out even though he would normally just push the door open.
He steps in, and I can tell from the tension in his eyes that something is going on. Something he’ll never tell me.
The general rule is:women out of business. If you’re me, then you stay out of everything.
“Just came to check on you?” he says. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m going to miss you when I leave. I hope you’ll come and visit in September, though, once I make the big move.”
Any talk of September makes me think of school.
