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Not this shit again.
When we’ve got the place surrounded, I draw my gun, heart racing as adrenaline forces all my senses on high alert, and enter the building to clear it. My eyes adjust to the dim light as I look around, not hearing any activity.
In my earpiece, my backup says he’s coming through the back entrance. Even though I’ve cleared hundreds of buildings like this one, it always feels like the first time…Fortunately the business is clear and no damage done so we mark it as a false alarm and head back to the station where I have to finish today's reports.
On the drive home a couple of hours later, my muscles are achy and my eyes are heavy. I just want to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
I walk into our bedroom and Ellie is sound asleep. I shake my head as I stare at her sincere face and watch her steady breath. I lean down and kiss her forehead gently and smile as she shifts slightly under me but doesn’t wake up.
It’s probably for the best anyway. I’m exhausted and not in the right head space for any conversation, so we’ll have to try and talk tomorrow…
Chapter 10
Do we have to?
Marco
Rightasmyheadhits the pillow, it’s time to wake up again. I get ready and hop in my truck to head to the station before anyone in my house is even awake.
Here goes another day.
It’s late morning when I hear my phone ring. I’m in my patrol truck filling out a report on my mobile computer in between calls and I look down to see it’s my mother calling. I roll my eyes at the phone. I consider not answering it, but I know how that would go so I groan before I answer it.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“Mijo, I need you to come to look at my garbage disposal. It sounds funny.”
“Okay Mom, but it has to wait till my weekend. I’m pretty slammed this week as it is.“
“Can’t you come over after the kids go to bed tonight?” she whines.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I say knowing full well I won’t be going over there tonight.
“That’s my good boy,” she says, and I roll my eyes again.
“Okay Mom, I have to head to a call. I’ll talk to you later.” Her goodbye grows smaller as I bring the phone in front of me to end the call.
A couple of hours later, I hear my phone beep a text alert in my vest pocket.
Ellie: Hey, do you have a second?
Marco: Yeah, what’s up?
My phone rings immediately after I reply.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask knowing Ellie doesn’t usually call while I’m at work because she’s always worried about distracting me.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk for a minute if you have the time.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“So, I know we haven’t been able to talk much since our conversation on Friday —”
“About that—” I cut her off. “—I’m sorry I exploded on you.”
“No, I get it. I approached the whole thing wrong.” I can hear the regret in her voice. “That’s what I wanted to talk about. I emailed Katherine, my therapist, this morning to see if she had time to squeeze us in on one of your days off and she can this Wednesday. Is that okay?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t know, Ellie.” I pause but she doesn’t say anything. “Do we need couple’s therapy? It’s not like we’re on the verge of divorce and we can’t figure it out together. We just haven’t had the time.”
