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I’m standing there trying to make sense of her words. If I’m being honest, I’m wondering what the hell I’ve missed being couped up in my own little corner of Savannah. Having fame and money means a lot of things come to you. Evidently, a lot of the world has come to Brooklynn as well, given the look in her eyes and the way she carried herself.
I’ve been a damn good reader of the “Book of Brook”. I can she’s got some weight on her shoulders. The outside changes seem to be masking some deep-rooted issues. The depth of it is unknown. I want to make it my personal mission to get to the bottom of it. Even if it means learning I’m at the root of the darkness.
That’s probably not the best course of action.
She has some pre-conceived notions about who she believes I am. She also has some decided beliefs about how I live my life. As much as I want to correct ... Dr. Emory, Hope is right. That woman isn’t the woman I used to know.
I turn to say as much to Hope.
“You’re not there anymore,” I say to the space where Hope had been standing.
That’s when I notice the fans are still patiently awaiting my return. Apologizing, I take the time to sign all the things they thrust my way then make my way to the second-floor offices. I have some work to do before today’s therapy session. The books and furnishings of my office have collected dust long enough.
A small smile plays at my lips because I know it’s going to come as a shock to both of those women to find me in that space.
Chapter 8
Brooklynn
Savannah, GA April 14- Friday afternoon
Of course, he’s here. I mean, why not?
Six years apart and there he was. He was standing right in front of me. I knew the moment he walked in the room. I felt it. That familiar warmth that only the nearness of him could elicit. I wanted to crash into him. My body hummed with nervous energy. Other parts of me heated and wanted to climb him like a tree.
It felt like no time had passed. Yet, it had. We weren’t the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old any longer. Those two were madly in love, had made plans, and then undid those plans with one decision. One choice changed the course of their lives. When I told him “Goodbye”, I thought that was the last time I was going to see him.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe he’d not only return to Georgia but end up at the same place I was. This is the place I come to find comfort. It’s my safe space. no one, except Noelle, knows about him. I mean she knows everything about him. What is he even doing here? I’m sure he has the money and resources to seek treatment elsewhere.
Hold on. Is he a patient? Please tell me he’s not one of the patients who receives physical therapy here.
“That would so suck right about now. That’s all I need is to have to be the person handling his therapy sessions.”
It makes me wonder if Hope knows. How does Hope know him? What if he comes here because he’s with Hope?
Why are you asking that question?
Right. It’s none of my business. It doesn’t matter. He’s not important. My reason for being here has everything to do with the patients. I need to see Noelle anyway.
Noelle!
Does Noelle know him? Of course, she does. She’s over the entire therapy department. Has she connected the dots of Daire and Jaxson?
You’re drifting into dangerous territory here, Chick.
