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“How did you get away?”
Am I ready to tell him? I want to trust Derek, but it’s hard when I can’t remember shit. The only person who’s shown me he has good intentions is Charles Gil. Everyone else… But then again, Derek was there for me when I couldn’t even feed myself. He looked after me.
I’m so conflicted. “It’s a long story for another day.”
“But are you safe?” he repeats the question. “If you need me to come and get you, I’ll do it now. We can find you a place to stay.”
“I’m okay, D. Thank you for worrying. In fact, I have a new identity.”
“Did you find your family?”
“No. I might be a ghost. Zamudio made sure I was off the grid.”
“We can do another search,” he offers.
“Oh, I already went through that. I even looked through the missing children’s databases in several countries. No one is looking for me.” My voice comes out angry.
“Sorry. I wish I could do something for you.”
“It’s okay. Either the Zs killed my family, or no one gives a shit about me.”
Either way, I’ll make sure Ricardo Zamudio pays for that and for all his sins. He’s going to pay for all he did to me.
“When can I see you?”
Tonight, tomorrow… never? “How do I know you’re safe?”
Derek laughs. “You can look me up. Derek Yates Farrow. My family is well-known in New York, there might not be much about me, but I really hope you can trust me again.”
I google him, and only a few things come up. His father is wealthy. His mother died when he was eleven.
He’s alone, but can I trust him? “It’s hard to trust in others.”
“I can only imagine. Did Zamudio do something to you after I left?”
This isn’t the time to tell him what happened. I only answer, “No, but I had to become like them to survive.”
“Sorry. Are you in a better place?”
After a couple of clicks, I find a little more about him. “You studied medicine? Were you even a physical therapist?”
He laughs and explains his background to me. He studied a couple of years of premed and joined the Navy, becoming a SEAL.
His family is rich. I don’t understand why he’d go that route. “Why not go to Columbia premed? Why the Navy?”
“It was a fuck you to everyone. My father, my former lovers. I wanted to be away from them.”
“Lovers? More than one?”
“When I see you again, I’ll tell you the story.”
“So, do you have a big family?”
“It depends on how you see it. My mother’s side of the family is gone. Mom’s death was blocked from most of the tabloids, and so was my brother’s. It’s a miracle that some sites still mention my relationship with my father. Not that I care. Dad remarried and had more children, but I don’t get along with them.”
“So the money comes from your father’s fortune and not mercenary contracts?”
He laughs again. “I donate the money I make during the missions. Well, except for the one I got from working for Zamudio. I gave that to my sister, who was in the middle of a nasty divorce.” He pauses. “Mom’s family was old money. I’m the last Yates.”
