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I tear open the freezer and dig around. Sure enough, there’s that tub of strawberry swirl ice cream Davis said he bought me. I tear the lid off the container. But who am I kidding. My stomach can’t handle food right now.
I abandon the ice cream on the counter and stagger up the stairs.
He’s the best husband. He’s so good to me. He deserves the world. I can’t get in the way of his dream. I’d throw myself into the flames to protect his dream.
I just promised Mayor Thompson that I’d convince Davis not to run for office. But fuck that. No way I’m doing that. The corrupt weasel doesn’t get to win. I’m not letting him win.
Davis is the most incredible man I know. He’s more than just the man I love. He’s more than just my husband. I respect him. I admire him. He was meant to do great things in this world. And I won’t let Thompson keep him down. I have to do what’s right for my husband. No matter what it costs me.
“Think, Alana. Think.”
Davis will be home any minute. I have to figure something out before he gets home.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m panicking.
I need to think. I just need to think. I need to come up with a plan. A way to save Davis’s dream. Preferably without throwing my little sister to the wolves.
I’m the problem here. That’s the blinding truth. If I weren’t in the picture, Thompson would have nothing to hold over Davis’s head. If I weren’t his wife, no one would even think to question his integrity. Then Davis could run for election. And he would win. Hands down.
“That’s just crazy, Alana. There has to be another way.”
I just need to think.
Yanking open the closet door, I start blindly grabbing clothes off of hangers, not even caring what I shove into my suitcase.
Davis has lived an honest life. Everything above board. The only thing anyone can hold over his head is being married to me. I hate admitting it but it’s true.
“Stop thinking crazy, Alana.”
But I can’t let him take the fall for my mistakes.
When my suitcase is stuffed, I hustle back down the stairs. I need to be by myself so I can come up with a plan. I’m headed for the door when I stop myself. I can’t just leave without at least leaving a note for Davis. He doesn’t deserve that.
My shaky hand reaches into the junk drawer. I grab a pen and the notepad paper.
I quickly scribble the first thing that comes to mind.
I need space to think
And then I’m gone.
* * *
The bar’sback door slams open again. Davis runs out, chasing me into the rainy night.
At this point, I’m shaking. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared of what Davis is going to say, or if it’s from the chilly rain soaking through my sweater.
He appears in front of me. “Tell me. What the hell is all this about?” He points toward the bar, gesturing toward the TV that’s still reporting the awful, awful lies they’re passing off as news.
It’s blurry through the small rain soaked window, but I can still see it. I know exactly what they’re talking about.
“You leaving me…You keeping secrets…is this what it’s been about all along?” he demands.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry.”
Davis leans in, grabbing my shoulders. “Once and for all, tell me what the hell is going on, Alana!”
