AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What lady?” Harris looked from Nathan to her.
So much for having a few minutes to think before jumping in. With that option gone, Elisa touched Nathan’s hair. “Go wash up and—”
“Mom trapped the lady in her car.”
Harris let out a nervous laugh. “She did what?”
“Drove right into her.” Nathan’s little arms flailed as he acted out steering the car. “Vroom.Flying across the road. People were honking. Addison’s mom looked really mad.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Elisa put a hand on Nathan’s shoulder and turned him toward the den. “Go play your game while I fill Daddy in.”
Nathan let out a dramatic sigh. “Parent time.”
That worked for her. “Yes, exactly. Go.”
Harris watched Nathan leave then turned back to her. His gaze toured all over her. “Were you in an accident? Are you okay?”
“No.” And, yes...
“Then what the hell is he talking about?” Harris’s voice ticked up in volume and tightened a bit. Gone was the friendly, low-stress greeting from when they first walked in the door.
“The redhead.”
“What redhead?” He shook his head. “Wait, the one you saw at my office.”
Elisa wished it had only been once. She could ignore once.
“I’ve seen her everywhere.” She took off her coat and draped it over a chair. “Your office. The coffee place. Josh’s office. And now at Nathan’s school.”
“Stop for a second.” That fast he flipped from welcoming to on-the-verge-of-lecturing. “When were you at Josh’s office?”
Well, shit. “Does that matter?”
A muscle in Harris’s cheek flexed. “You can barely leave the house. We never even go out to dinner but yet you’re driving into Center City to see Josh? You bet your ass it matters.”
Okay, he had a point, but not now. “Harris, please.”
He threw his hands in the air and took a step back from her. “Jesus, Elisa. I’m trying here.”
Trying...?“What does that mean?”
He frowned at her. “You’re dealing with a lot, and I get that. But all of a sudden you don’t trust Josh. You’re taking trips during the day and not telling me. You’re driving recklessly with Nathan in the car.”
“That’s not true.” Not totally. Certainly not how she’d describe what had been happening.
“Now there’s some woman.”
“It’s all the same woman.” She mentally searched for a simple way to explain all of this. It sounded odd and unreal, and the last thing she needed was to give him a reason to think she’d lost it. He already wanted her back in therapy. He talked about new meds. He was worried, but she needed support right now, not problem-solving aimed at her mental health.
“Help me understand this,” he said, using his favorite start to a really difficult topic. “Nathan was in the car and you, what, drove around after this woman then confronted her?”
“She was at his school and I stopped her from leaving.”
His eyes widened. “Is that what the school is going to tell me?”
She really wanted to shove at him until helistenedto what she wanted to say. “Do you plan on checking up on me?”
“Do I need to?”
