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“No, it does,” she quickly replied. “I don’t want to be here when he finally finds Richard. All the attention will be on me.”
“Exactly. I think you’re fine with that. I think right now you want him to be around more, but he’s been calling people to try and find Richard, leaving you ‘alone’,” Hedda explained.
“Nope.”
That couldn’t be it. That was a silly thing to say when it wasn’t true.
“You know lying is bad,” Storm said.
“I’m not the one lying,” Hedda said. “You are.”
Before she could say anything, a guard opened the front door and walked in, holding a package.
“We’ve got a package for you,” one of the guards said.
Storm looked at Hedda, waiting for her to pick it up. She had no friends and even if she did, no one knew she was here right now.
“It’s not for me,” Hedda said. “I didn’t order anything.”
“It’s for you, Mrs. Johnson,” the guard said.
Who was Mrs. Johnson? It definitely wasn’t her, but the guard was looking right at her. Hedda grabbed the box from the guard and handed it to her before the guard headed back out the front door.
“Mrs. Johnson,” she whispered. “Looks like Miles told them you guys were married.”
Storm’s eyes went wide as she looked over at Hedda. Did Miles really do that? Why would he do that?
They weren’t married. They weren’t even a couple right now. Why would he say something like that?
“Open the box,” Hedda said. “Maybe Miles bought something for you. Maybe it’s something for your Little! That would be sooooo cute! Has he bought you anything?”
Storm shook her head and gently ripped the little tape that was on the top. It was very odd that the package would be so poorly done, but maybe Miles was in a rush.
She opened the top and looked down inside the box. Storm started to scream, pushing the box away from her and onto the ground.
Two fingers rolled out with a piece of paper.
A man and a woman’s finger.
Tears formed in Storm’s eyes as she continued to stare at them on the ground. She couldn’t stop looking at them. Panic seized her.
“There’s a note,” she heard Hedda say.
It sounded so far away but she knew Hedda was close to her. She could hear footsteps coming into the house, but she didn’t pay any attention to them.
The only thing she was aware of were the fingers on their living room floor. Who would send fingers to her?
“He’s coming,” Hedda whispered. “This must be Richard.”
Just hearing his name brought a sob out of Storm. She was trying so hard to keep it together, but the thought of him knowing where she lived, and sending her fingers, didn’t sit well with her.
A hand touched her shoulder and she cried out. Shooting up from the couch, Storm ran toward the corner where the recliner was sitting and crawled behind it. Her stomach was hurting, but she didn’t pay any attention to it.
She needed to be safe.
She needed to feel safe.
She wanted to be safe.
