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There is nothing.
I want to fall over and sob.
One lone tear escapes my eye, but I wipe it away fast and stand up straight. There is no time to allow myself to fall apart. Instead, I take another step. Again, it echoes.
Without furniture, nothing absorbs the sound.
Goose bumps break out across my skin as I move through the room. It feels like someone is here.
Watching. Staring.
I chalk it up to my paranoia this time.
Trent has me wound up and seeing things.
No one is here, obviously. It’s all in my head, but I have that feeling. The feeling you have watching a scary movie. When you know something terrifying is lurking behind the door.
I start to pace the room. I love this house. It was the start of something amazing.
Something solely mine.
And now it’s gone.
No. Not true. Tomorrow, I will regroup. I will find Mr. Baker and figure a way out of this mess.
He’ll probably tell me to move back home with my sister, but I won’t do that. Not ever. Last I spoke to her, she was living with that creep.
That’s what she does.
She latches on to a man. Well, that was how it was before Ronald. He was our second chance. Also, my sister’s longest relationship.
He loved us and took care of us, and when he was around, I thought anything was possible.
As a little girl, I envisioned him as a prince. He rescued us. The fact that it was all a lie doesn’t sit well with me.
I’m having a hard time reconciling the two stories.
The one that Trent Aldridge yelled about and the man I knew. The man I knew would never have abandoned his family.
But at the same time, the man I knew would never have had a secret family, so I guess what do I know?
Nothing, obviously.
I start to walk around the house, looking to see if he left anything behind.
A blanket?
Clothes.
Anything that can help make tonight more comfortable.
I don’t have a bed.
Maybe I should just go to Heather’s apartment. It’s not that far of a walk. Plus, she would take me. She would kill me if she knew I was planning to sleep on the floor with no blanket.
The problem is, I can’t ask for help. A level of pride has been ingrained inside me since I was a small girl.
Since back in the day when we lived in my sister’s car rather than ask for help.
