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His eyes flick back to me. “Call my doctor,” he demands. “Adora,” he says it louder, snapping me back into action, and nods to his phone in his back pocket. I reach for it and do as he asks, dismissing the picture of me on his screen sucking his cock. The doctor answers straight away and tells us he’s on his way.
Joey never stops CPR.
Not even when the doctor arrives.
Not even when the doctor says there is nothing else he can do.
Not even as I fall to the floor, unable to hold myself up a second longer.
Then she is pronounced dead.
How can this be possible?
How can someone just… die?
That’s not fair.
This is not fair.
My hands bang on Joey’s chest as I scream at him, sobbing and trembling. He picks me up and carries me out, my tears soaking his shirt, and I can’t even fathom looking to see where he takes me.
He places me on a bed then scoots in behind me, and I know it’s ours straightaway, the feel of it evident in the sheets, and his smell is everywhere.
I hear a knock on the door, and Joey’s soft voice follows. “Clean it all up, keep the valuables.”
I know in my head what he’s talking about, but my brain doesn’t seem to want to compute that he’s referring to Becca’s things.
I was only talking to her earlier, and now…
How can that happen so quickly?
I don’t get it.
I don’t.
I didn’t get to say my goodbye.
And my heart just won’t stop breaking, splitting inside my chest. It cracks, then cracks some more.
How is this healthy?
Can you die of a broken heart?
Because I feel like at any moment, I just might.
THIRTY-ONE
JOEY
On and off for hours straight, I wipe her tears away until I think Adora can’t cry anymore, then she cries again.
I don’t know how to help her other than being here for her. My job is to kill people, so death and I are old friends.
This feels weird, but also right that I’m here for her.
She ends up falling asleep in my arms eventually, and I stay like that until the next morning when I wake and don’t find her with me.
Walking down the stairs, I find her sitting on the bottom step, her head hanging between her legs.
