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Sneak away?
I looked down at her sitting there on the dirty ground, her eyes red and puffy. And all I could think of was the fact that she’d almost left and I had no idea.
She’d almost left…
“So, no one is hurt or dying?”
“No, you idiot. I was running away,” she huffed. “Again.”
“So, just to clarify,” I asked, looking down at her, “no one is hurt?”
She glared up at me.
I held my palms face up. “I get it.”
I didn’t, but if looks could kill…damn.
“I thought you were going to sell the house?” I asked, still so relieved she was here and not on that stupid ferry.
She shook her head. “No,yousaid I was going to sell the house. I never agreed. You made a whole plan, and I have to admit, it sounded fairly logical…” Her voice trailed off.
“But?” I asked.
“But then you bailed on me and left me with nothing more than a list of names.”
“I told you—” I started.
“I know,” she huffed again. “You’re busy. I get it. I really do,” she said with sincerity. “That’s not the issue. Well, it is, but not the way you think.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“I quit my job,” she reminded me. “The amount of stuff that needs to be done?—”
Understanding sank into me. “You can’t afford it.”
“No,” she admitted, looking highly embarrassed. “And whether or not I’m in the right headspace to sell the house now or in a few weeks or months, I do not have the funds to put it on the market. Daniel’s life insurance policy paid off the house, and what I had left, I used for the maintenance fees, which was entirely a waste because the house is falling apart anyway. So, I’m just going to go back home, beg for my job back, and figure the rest out later.”
“And your boyfriend?” I asked. Even saying the word made my lunch go sour in my stomach.
She let out a sigh, her lips quivering. “I don’t know. I haven’t even called him in over a week.”
“Stay,” I said, making her eyes bolt upward.
“What?”
I took a step forward and planted myself next to her on the ground. The car was still warm from the heat of the engine, and I pressed my back against the door.
“I can do the repairs.”
“But you said?—”
“I know what I said, but I’ll make it work. You need to sell that house, Marin. It’s like a lead weight. It’s holding you back.”
She paused and then asked, “Have you ever considered selling yours?”
“What? Why?” My eyes found hers.
She shrugged. “Just asking.”
