Page 14 of The Lost Melody


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“Turner, do you mind?” she whispers and he agrees.

I know she needs us all in different ways, or at least force myself to remember this. Any pangs of jealousy I may feel, don’t belong here. It’s not about me right now.

I know she heard me tell her I loved her. I wasn’t expecting to say it, but I don’t need her to say it back right now. We have had a really odd road so far. I can wait for all of it.

“Okay, we are going to be monitoring you for the next few hours. I’m glad you had some much needed rest, as well. As much as I would like to keep you, I know it’s not what your mental health needs,” he says to the room. “I am comfortable knowing you’ll have a nurse where you’re going to be staying, just in case.”

Lennon stiffens slightly before she forces herself to relax. She won’t be comfortable around nurses for a while.

The next few hours move quickly. We had all napped until noon, and then as we got Lennon situated, time flew.

Greg walks in around three in the afternoon with a plastic bag. Lennon is in the bathroom showering with Turner, and I glance at Roark.

Roark texts Turner quickly to let him know, so Lennon doesn’t accidentally walk out without clothing.

“I brought over some clothes for her, so she’d have something to wear to the safe house. I also have a list of names and appointments set up for two days from today. They’ll all be video appointments to begin with, and only the person she chooses for therapy appointments will be given the address to the safe house. Or,” Greg continues, “she can choose to go to their practice. It’s entirely up to her.”

“Thank you, Greg,” I say with a smile, taking the bag from him.

“Of course. I am leaving a car for you in the parking lot. Here are the keys,” he says as he hands them to me, “and instructions for the alarm for the security system for the house have been texted to Turner. You should be all set. I may not be there when you arrive, because I got a lead on your dad. If you need anything, text, and I’ll get back to you when I can. Any questions?”

We shake our heads and he leaves, almost as if he wasn’t here at all.

We’re all ghosts in some way, right?

I hand the bag to Roark to give Turner, pulling my phone out to update Orion.

Hey, we’re headed to the safe house tonight. Lennon is cleared to leave too. Need anything?

There’s a long pause, but I can see bubbles of him writing and then stopping. Shrugging, I put down my phone, glancing up as Len steps out of the bathroom. She moves slowly, and I can see her feet are tender from running through the forest barefoot.

Turner decides he can’t see her in pain, and scoops her up into his arms.

“Baby, you can walk anywhere you want after your feet have healed. It kills me to see you limp,” he growls, kissing her forehead.

Lennon is wearing a purple long-sleeved sweater with leggings, and I smirk. Greg did pretty well on clothing for her.

“How’s it feel to get out of the hospital gown?” I ask her with a small smile.

“Amazing. It’s so nice to wear real clothes where my ass won’t hang out the back,” she sighs happily.

I love seeing Lennon happy. I would do anything to keep the content smile on her face.

Turner and Lennon snuggle in bed together, when my phone buzzes.

Orion: I’m glad she’s doing well enough to leave. I’ll grab my shit and go somewhere else. Thanks for the heads up, Williams.

I stare at the phone for a moment, my air stolen as I read the words over and over again.

Excuse me?!I don’t understand what’s happening, but I don’t like it. I feel as if I’m under water, and I stop breathing as the roar in my ears gets louder.

Why is he leaving?

“Derek!” Lennon yells and I blink as I look up at her.

I gulp at air, unable to talk.

“Hey, what the fook is happening, Derek?” Roark asks, rushing to my side to kneel by me.

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