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“What?”
I shake my head.
“No, really, what’s ironic about our situation?”
“I might need to reach out to Nando and Nydia to get some advice.”
“About?
I shake my head. “Let’s go. We have to get to Seattle soon so Anya and Rumi can settle in.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Siobhan
We arrivein Seattle around four, the beauty of getting back two hours by flying west. The house we’re staying in belongs to Sanford, one of Manelik’s friends. According to the brief we got from Lang, this is just temporary. They’d like us to be in Luna Harbor after Anya meets the oncologist.
I receive instructions, including passcodes, passwords, and numbers in case we need help. Right after, Iskander flies to Luna Harbor. There’s a family emergency. My chest constricts tightly as I’m reminded that I don’t belong to them. This is why it was easier to be in Chicago and not in a life where I don’t belong. I’m content with this decision.
Here, in the state of Washington, I spent five years pretending to be a part of a community where everyone greeted me and made me feel part of them. More so when they thought I was a Cantú.
I’m nobody.
When I’m sure Anya and Rumi are taking a nap, I go to the patio where I pull out my phone and finally do it. I text him.
Siobhan: You’re a despicable piece of shit. I hate you.
I stare at the phone, wondering if Mitch will answer or if he even has the same number.
Mitchell: Who is this?
Siobhan: Are you going to pretend that you don’t know me, Mitchell?
Mitchell: My screen has a number from Chicago, but I’ve no clue as to who you are.
Siobhan: Siobhan.
Mitchell: Oh…
Mitchell: How is she?
Siobhan: You don’t deserve to know.
Mitchell: The baby?
Siobhan: You don’t deserve to know.
Siobhan: You should’ve at least texted me to let me know you were a coward and were running away.
Mitchell: It’s a lot more complicated than that.
Siobhan: Don’t twist the story.
My phone rings almost immediately. It’s Mitchell calling. I shouldn’t answer, but maybe I need to know more about what happened between them. “What do you want?”
“Why did you change your number?”
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “It’s not important.”
