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This necklace is proof I murdered my mother in cold-blooded rage.
This necklace is why my life is in tatters now.
“Looks like you ruined my life once again, Mother,” I say to the inanimate object.
I close the box and put it into my safe.
Till death do us part.
My father was wrong.
Emery was wrong.
Because no God or death can come between me and Savannah.
I’ll make sure of it.
31
Thehumofthecar dies as she turns the engine off. I ignore the irritation of seeing her climb out of his car. Making a scene about that will render my apology futile. I’m going to apologise; she will forgive me, and then we can pick up where we left off.
Her huff of annoyance lets me know she has seen me. She shifts her weight as she scrambles through her bag for her keys. One thing I will have to teach her is how to be organised. She steps over me like a bug she doesn’t want to crush and lets herself in.
I pick myself up from the step and follow her inside. She didn’t slam the door or lock it, which is practically an open invitation. She drops her bag on the floor and immediately falls back onto her bed.
“I hate this pregnancy almost as much as I hate you,” she grumbles.
“Emery said you’re going to stay until the birth. I’m glad to hear it.”
She leans up on her elbows only to shoot daggers at me. “Only so you won’t know where I move to.”
The chuckle comes out. “I’m a glorified stalker, remember?”
When she uttered those words to me the first time, I let out a real laugh. It was ironic.
Her eyes narrowed. “I want to add a clause to my agreement. After the birth, you or your wife can’t ever contact me again.”
I walk into the room and lean against the bookshelf. I make sure I don’t block the camera because I want to watch this back later.The anticipated reunion.
“I can’t promise that. I can’t live without you.”
She sits up and puts distance between us. With her back against the headboard, she inspects the sadness on my face. “Learn. You excel in everything else.”
“I’m sorry,” I plead. “I really thought I was doing you a favour when I paid him to leave. If you want him back, I’ll bring him back.”
That will be impossible unless she wants a dead Elliot, but I need her to trust me again.
“I just want to know he’s okay. I want to hear his voice.”
Dammit! She still thinks I murdered him.
“Okay. Let me try and find him in Bali. It might take some time.”
“Fine. But that doesn’t change anything between us. Me and you are done.”
Needing to feel her warmth, I sit on the bed close to her. “Tell me what you want, Savannah. I’ll give you anything.”
Finally, she gives me something different to anger. She looks sad. I can work with sad. Anger gives me nothing but snarky responses or silence. When she allows herself to be sad, she opens up and shares the deepest parts of herself.
