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Cassie
Iwas sitting on my floor, my possessions scattered around me. When my phone rang with Luke’s name on the screen, I froze. It rang again. I couldn’t answer it.
I hadn’t heard anything since the text from Jake yesterday. Now Josh van Ritter had made good on his promise to e-mail us. We’d head out for our first stop, Galveston, tomorrow. Next to me was a travel coffee mug, two pairs of underwear, some Bruce Springsteen records. All stuff I had collected from Toby’s. Over his bourbon, my soda water, and Nora’s advice, I’d finally told him that I had slept with Luke. When we’d parted, we’d exchanged a cold hug. It would get better.
I would get better, at least, if I wasn’t put in jail. The phone buzzed, and Luke’s name appeared again. The vibrations hammered the floor like a woodpecker.
What if the investigation was deeper now? What if he was calling me to say the police were on their way? Guessing was worse than knowing. I answered.
“I’m downstairs,” he said.
My heart jumped into my throat. “It’s open,” I said, and seconds later, I heard his heavy footfalls on the stairs. I tried to keep myself from shaking.
If we were now both charged with fraud, he could be bringing news of prison, or some abstract version of prison I had been visualizing for two days. Either way, I would be living with people who wanted to hurt people, people who were stuck and angry and beaten down by the world. No, I would not be living with them. I would become one of them. The Loyal would be dropped from Wolf Records before we could even play one song. Nora and Toby, screwed out of their big chance. And every other part of my identity—my music, my friends, my mom—would be stripped from me and, considering how difficult it was for felons to get jobs, might never be returned. I should push past him now, I thought. I should run.
I opened the door. At the sight of him, tall and clean, everything inside me seemed to float. He had lost the tension that was always there since I’d known him, the line in his forehead and between his eyebrows, this feeling of get me out of here.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.”
Our voices were hushed, though they had no reason to be.
“Can I come in?” he asked. Messages passed in nanoseconds. We were back in Frankie’s Lexus, scoffing at the absurdity of the eye contact exercise. We were across from each other at city hall, holding sweaty hands while the orange-shirted officiant rambled through the Serenity Prayer. We were in his dad’s backyard, laughing at JJ trying to climb on Mittens’s back. What did we do to each other? What did we do?
“Depends.”
“What do you mean?”
I sputtered, embarrassed. “I mean, what’s happening? With the charges?”
He smiled. “I can explain here, or I can explain inside. Whatever you want.”
“Come on,” I said, and stepped aside. We landed on the futon.
“How was the show?” he asked, as if he had just dropped in for a friendly chat.
It was magic, I wanted to say, I wish you could have been there, but the words couldn’t get past the pulsing fear. “It was great,” I pushed out. “Luke, what’s going on?”
He scooted to face me. “The lawyer said I have a case. He said it’s almost a sure thing. I’m pleading not guilty.”
“Not guilty,” I echoed. “Wait, you keep saying I, not we. Am I not—?” I began. “Okay, start over. How did they know to arrest you in the first place?”
His look of triumph faded. “My old dealer.”
“But why?” I asked, sharp. Then, softer, I added, “Don’t leave anything out.”
Luke nodded at me, eyes intent on mine. “Of course.”
He began with how he’d met this man, Johnno Lerner. How they’d been something like friends, until Luke wanted to change his life. How Luke flushed pills down the toilet. How he ran from his debts and thought he could keep on running to Afghanistan, until Johnno found him. And then Luke found me.
“And that’s what I focused on in the conversation with the lawyer,” he finished. “You know, like, a marriage isn’t up to what people think it should be. It’s up to the people in it. And even if we look at what’s official, like ‘in sickness and in health, richer or poorer,’ et cetera, we did all that. We were good together. We took care of each other.” He looked away, almost pained, and with a short breath he added, “So that’s everything. The lawyer said that we have a shot. That it sounded very real.”
“And he told you to plead not guilty.”
“Yes,” Luke said. “You probably won’t even have to testify. But if you do—”
“The story is that we really care for each other.”
