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Moving Day
Sam
Lucky is back at the shelter, and I’ve just put the last box of Sara’s stuff in the back of my truck. She takes a long, final look at the house she grew up in then gets in her car to follow me to dad’s house. My phone rings as I’m about to put the truck in gear, and I hold my hand up to let Sara know to wait.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Sam, this is Detective Milton. I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you but I wanted to follow up.”
“Thanks for calling. Did you track the guy down?”
“Unfortunately, no. We ran the cell phone number that you gave us, and as expected, the phone was prepaid and the account was opened under a bogus name. It’s what we call a burner phone. Nothing came back on the name that he gave at the shelter either, but we expected that as well. We do have the composite sketch that was done based on your description in the State and Federal databases, so we could still get a hit there. Sorry, I don’t have anything more. Have you had any further incidents?”
“No, there’s been nothing since we made our report.” I speak through clenched teeth. I don’t like how we have nothing on the guy.
“That’s good news, at least. Just keep me posted and I’ll let you know if anything comes up on our end.”
“Thanks, Detective. Have a good day.” I end the call and huff in exasperation.
Sara is standing by my window and asks, “Anything new?”
“No, baby, but quiet is still good.”
We drive to dad’s house, and I see him step out as I back up to the garage. He has his arms crossed and that same stern look on his face that greeted me when I broke curfew or forgot to take out the trash. I shake my head and take a few deep breaths before killing the engine and getting out of the truck.
“Dad,” I greet him, maneuvering past him to open the tailgate. “Can you open the garage so we can bring in these boxes?”
He presses the button and the door begins to rise, but when I try to walk through with the first box, he steps in front of me and tells me, “We’re going to talk before you leave.”
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’m not going anywhere,” I reply. “I have something to discuss with you, too.”
Sara follows me inside, and when we get to her room, she closes the door and turns to face me. “This is really uncomfortable.”
I take her in my arms and run a finger down her spine. “Nothing and nobody is coming between us. You’re mine now, and they’re going to have to come to terms with that. You’ll see, when they understand what we mean to each other, they’ll come around. I promise.”
“I hope so,” she sighs into my chest.
“I told you I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?” She looks up at me and smiles. She gives me a look that goes straight to my manhood. I have to peel myself away from her because the last thing we need is me taking her while our parents are somewhere in the house.
When the last of her things are inside, I tell her to start unpacking and go downstairs to find my father. He’s seated behind the desk in his office, and I go in and close the door behind me.
“Take a seat,” he says and I sit in the red leather armchair facing his desk. I’ve been here before many times, waiting for a lecture about my behavior.
“Dad, listen, I know that you want to talk about my relationship with Sara, but we have something more important to discuss right now,” I begin.
He folds his hands and leans back. “My wife won’t come out of her room until my son leaves my house. What’s more important than that?”
I try to appear concerned, but I’ve never been a fan of these kinds of theatrics. Adults should be capable of expressing themselves. “I’m sorry Susan’s upset. That was never my intention, but as I said before, Sara and I are adults and met before we knew that you two had gotten married. Now, I respected your decision to marry this woman that I never met because I know my place. I think you and Susan should treat us with the same respect that we’ve shown you.”
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “I can see that we’re at an impasse, but I have to put my foot down. As long as Sara’s staying here, you’re not to come back. What the two of you do outside my home is your affair, but this isn’t going to happen in my house.”
“Alright, whatever you say.” I raise my hands in defeat. I want to tell him about the arsonist so that he and Susan could be on the lookout for anything suspicious, but I can see that he isn’t in the right frame of mind. If I say anything, he may make things uncomfortable for Sara, and I won’t allow that.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asks.
“I worked it out. It’s not important,” I reply, already standing up and heading to the door. “I’m going to say goodnight to Sara and head out. I have an early shift.”
I go back up to Sara’s room to find her putting away her clothes. She smiles when I enter. “How did that go?”
