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Chapter 59
Cash
It’sbeeneighteenhourssince we saw Grace ride down the elevator and exit the James building. Eighteen hours since we can account for her whereabouts.
Frank pinged her phone, but it’s not even registering. That means it’s more than off. It’s been destroyed. And as much as there is that tiny thought that still teases my brain, wondering if she destroyed it, I can feel in my soul that something is wrong.
Every feeling I had for Grace wasn’t a lie. Every time she looked at me, kissed me, held me, lingered in my arms for an extra minute even though she was running late, those weren’t all lies. The way our souls saw one another that day on the plane, mine searching for a love I’d never known, hers searching for peace, validation, acceptance. We gave it to one another in spades, and I know it wasn’t all a lie.
Which means that Grace is in trouble.
Real trouble.
“Eat something,” Frank says gruffly, pushing a bagel in front of my face.
“Can’t,” is all I manage.
“Cash,” he says darkly, his eyes softening when he looks into my own and probably sees nothing but pure terror.
My entire life rode down that elevator and disappeared. Everything that’s ever mattered to me—none of it means a thing without them. I…can’t breathe, I realize as I pull the white shirt from my chest, the buttons like a vise, squeezing me tighter. Or maybe that’s my heart seizing.
Frank tosses the brown bag the bagel came in at me. “Breathe, Cash. We’re going to find her, but you can’t do anything for her if you’re in the fucking hospital because of a heart attack.”
I push air into the bag, and it inflates and then I inhale, and it deflates. Somehow the exercise relaxes me, only minorly, and I feel my heart slowing.
When Frank’s phone rings we both jump.
“What did you find?” he asks with no preamble.
I have no idea who’s on the other end of the phone.
“On Boylston? Really?Fuck,”he mutters, and I think the same thing.
Fuck is right. Boylston is where my father lives.
