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“Where does he think you are right now?”
“I don’t wanna talk about him.”
“Me either.”
Joe rolled her onto her back and moved on top of her, and the two made love for the second time that evening. They would both go home later that night, to their real families, where they would pretend to be happy, all the while replaying every racy moment in their heads, trying to conceal the little smiles that flitted across their lips. It was a wretched thing to do to the person you promised to be faithful to, but you can’t help who you love.
ThesilverMercedesbeatthe black Escalade to the garage, and for that, Ladonna was thankful. It occasionally crossed her mind that it might not be a good thing that Marcus was out of the house when she was out with Joe, because what if he followed her?
She never let such thoughts dwell in her mind. Marcus wasn’t the type to follow and investigate. He’d sooner spend top dollar on a private investigator, or worse—he could have Marshall track her.
Now that was a terrifying thought. If Marshall did even a half-ass investigation into her extracurricular activities, Marcus would know everything, and then he would kill her, and Joe, and probably himself, although he just might stay alive and try to get away with it so as to collect on her life insurance policy. If he succeeded, he’d be plus $400,000 and minus one cheating hoe of a wife.
She needed to be more careful.
She crept into the house and was met with complete darkness and the sound of the television set blaring.
“Bria?”
There was a long silence, and then she heard her. “I’m in here.”
The voice sounded low and weak. Ladonna rounded the corner and found Bria lying on the couch staring at the TV. She seemed to be in a daze.
“Are you okay?”
Another long silence. “I’m good.”
“I was thinking today, and I think we need to start working on your applications if you wanna do early acceptance. You only have another month or so.”
“You don’t have to help me.”
Ladonna picked up the remote and muted the TV. “You haven’t been picking at that wound, have you?”
“No,” Bria said without looking up.
Ladonna picked up Bria’s arm by the wrist and flipped her hand so that her palm was facing upward. There was a dime-size amount of blood seeping through the dressing. “No? Then what is this?”
Bria closed her eyes and didn’t say a word. Ladonna sat on the back of the couch and sighed. Enough was enough. “I’m making you an appointment to talk to somebody. I’m really worried.”
“I can’t. I have practice every day.”
“I don’t care. Your mental health is more important than that band. We’ll do one day a week. Maybe somebody can squeeze us in at the end of the day so you don’t have to miss a lot. Any day but Friday, right?”
“No Mondays, either.”
“What’s on Mondays?”
Bria hesitated. “Model UN. It’s after band.”
“When did you join model UN?”
“Last week.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah. The tournament is in a few weeks.”
That was promising. She was in a funk, but she was obviously still thinking about her future. She wanted to be a doctor, and they’d already come up with the game plan. Model UN would look good on her applications. “Your progress report looked good. Good job, as usual.”
