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“Oli doesn’t know?” I ask, and Chase shrugs.
“She hasn’t said.”
Running my palms against my thighs, I shove to my feet. “Don’t bother her,” Chase calls, but I ignore him as I stomp through the house, dodging animals left and right.
Jesus.
What were they thinking, bringing all of Oli’s babies?
I bang on her door until it flings open. She glares up at me, her wig a dark brown, almost black color today. My throat tightens.
That’s not fucking good.
“Where is she?” I rasp. Her eyes shutter, but she doesn’t say a word. She keeps her lips pressed into a thin line. “Oli, please.”
“I said not to—” Chase stops beside me, looking between me and Oli. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes snap to him.
“Nothing.”
“Just tell me if she’s alright,” I plead. She scrubs her hand over her face as she lets out a long sigh. “I just need to know she’s okay.”
“She’s in Divinity,” she mumbles, and my heart stops. “Said she wanted to have an adult conversation with Isaac. Tell him she’s leaving for good.”
The words are like a bomb going off in my head.
Have an adult conversation with Isaac?
That’s impossible. But not only that, he’ll be pissed. More than pissed. He’ll be so fucking angry, he’ll blow Divinity up in his narcissistic rage.
And Eve’s unknowingly stepping right into the narc’s den, right when he’s about to snap.
“No,” I breathe, shaking my head. I stumble back a step. “No.”
“Roman?” Chase grabs my shoulder, but I shake him off.
“I—I have to go,” I croak. “Car. Can I use your car?”
“Yeah,” Chase says warily. “You okay, man?”
“I need to go.” I shake off his worried look as I bolt from the loft, stopping only long enough to grab my wallet and his keys. His car is fast and I’ll break every law I can to get to her.
Bringing the phone to my ear, I soar through town, aiming for the one place I never wanted to go again. Each ring causes more dread to swirl in my stomach.
“Goddammit, Eve. Answer!” I call her again, but it goes to voicemail. Three more times, and still nothing.
I glance at the time on the dash, noting the date. A thought crosses my mind.
Is Isaac even home?
Is he at his conference?
I know I shouldn’t be texting and driving, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I search for the number to the conference and call.
He’s been going to the same place since I was a kid. Grant got him the gig training other Baptist pastors and hopefuls who have been through the same program as him. At one point, he was awarded some sort of accolades and now he leads forums every quarter.
It’s a bunch of fucking bullshit if you ask me, but at least it means he might not be home.
My hand tightens around the wheel as I grip it, listening to the ring drone on forever. “Come on,” I breathe. “Answer.”
