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But he’s too focused on the road ahead to notice me.
Glaring through the windshield as if the road itself is his enemy, he peels us out of the parking lot.
Pressing a button on his steering wheel, he says, “Call Nathaniel.”
The sound of a line ringing plays through the speakers.
After three rings, a man’s sleepy voice fills the car. “After the shit you pulled last night, this better be an emergency, Jude.”
“It is,” Jude says as if he truly believes it. “Meet me at 859 Magdalene Avenue.”
“What the fuck? Don’t tell me you got shot again…” Nathaniel says, sounding both cranky and worried.
Instead of answering, Jude hits the button on his steering wheel. Disconnecting the line.
859 Magdalene is my address…
How does he know where I live? And why is he driving like he knows exactly where he’s going?
I don’t remember telling him how to get there.
Resisting the urge to stare at him, I focus my attention out my window.
Deciding to wait and see if my suspicions are true.
With how fast Jude is driving, what should take ten minutes only takes us five.
And confirming one of my worries, he doesn’t pull up in front of my townhouse. No, he pulls up directly in front of Sonya’s.
Has he been watching me? Is that what I was feeling all day?
If I wasn’t so damn worried about Abel, I’d confront him and get the truth.
But that will have to wait until later.
Letting it all go for now, I unbuckle my seatbelt and push my door open before he comes to a complete stop.
Jude curses behind me as I rush up to Sonya’s door and knock hard enough to bruise my knuckles.
“I’m coming… I’m coming…” Sonya grumps from the other side.
I can hear Abel crying like he’s in pain.
When Sonya finally opens the door, a look of pure relief washes over her face. “Thank god you’re here.”
She steps back so I can walk inside.
Following Abel’s cries, I find him standing inside the playpen in the living room.
“I’ve tried everything to calm him down, short of giving him some medicine for the fever,” she says as she follows me. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to do that.”
Nodding, I pick Abel up and feel his forehead.
At first, he arches away from me and cries his complaints.
“What was his temperature?” I ask, feeling how warm he is.
“It was just over a hundred when I checked a couple of minutes ago,” Sonya answers.
