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With a friendly wave, Rosalie leaves the store. My eyes follow her until she disappears from my sight, then I glance down at her phone number.
My wild heartbeat calms down, and I let out a sigh.
I probably won’t call.
Still, I tuck the sticky note in a drawer before I walk to where Vincent is playing with his cars.
With Vincent fast asleep in his bed, I leave his nightlight on before heading to the kitchen. I wash our dinner dishes, and when everything is tidy, I check that the front door is locked.
Just as I turn around, the urge to check overwhelms me. Letting out a sigh, I triple-check the locks, annoyed that I’m not able to break the habit.
Switching off the lights, I walk to my bedroom, leaving the door open so I can hear if Vincent calls for me.
I open the top drawer of my dressing table and make sure the gun is still in the little locked box.
I bought a weapon a week after I moved to Pasadena. I’m not pro-weapons, but I wanted something I could use to protect us.
Shutting the drawer, I climb beneath the covers and switch off my bedside lamp.
Darkness fills the room, and closing my eyes, I snuggle my face into my pillow.
In tonight's fantasy, Vincent and I are at the beach.
I hear Vincent’s laughter above the sound of the waves and smile as I watch him build a sandcastle.
Of course, I’m wearing a bikini, and there are no stretchmarks in sight. I’m perfect.
Glancing over the stretch of beach, I see a man walking toward us. He’s wearing black cargo pants…no, black swimming trunks. His skin is golden from the sun, and he has a six-pack that makes me drool.
Then our eyes meet, and of course, I’m shocked.
I climb to my feet, and tears of happiness spill over my cheeks.
The corner of Alek’s mouth lifts in a hot grin. ‘I’ve looked everywhere for you.’
‘You found us.’
We run into each other arms…crap, no, wait.I scoop up Vincent and then run toward Alek. He embraces us in his strong arms, promising never to leave us again.
I let out a huff, and punching my pillow, I scowl at the darkness.
He never left me. This fantasy sucks.
My thoughts threaten to go down the forbidden path as I remember what it felt like to make love to Alek.
Sadness fills my chest, and missing him more than anything, I bring up the memory of Alek’s smile.
I miss you, Alek. Every single day.
I wish you could meet our son. He looks so much like you.
I love you.
Finally, I drift off to sleep.
‘Choose who dies,’ Prodi orders.
I’m tied to a chair, and in the other chair is Vincent. Not Alek’s brother but my baby boy.
