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“I didn’t know what to do, and you always told me to call so…”
I did tell her that. Of course, I did. She was my mom, after all, and I had years of experience dealing with this.
“This is what we’re going to do… I’ll get into my car and drive around and try to find if she made her way into town. You stay at our place in case she comes back. Maybe she just went out for a walk. And call Mrs. Santiago, tell her what happened. Maybe she went over to their place. I’ll have my phone on me, so call me the second you find something out, okay?”
“O-okay. I’ll call her right now.”
“Good. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Hanging up, my hand tightens around my phone.
A plan.
That’s what I need. I need to come up with a plan and fast.
God, what if something happened to her?
I shake my head, cursing silently at myself. I couldn’t thinkthat way. I couldn’t spiral. There was no time to lose. She was fine. She had to be.
I just had to find her.
I did it in the past, so I’ll do it again.
Shewillbe fine.
Determined, I start walking toward my truck, or I would if a hand didn’t yank me back. “What the hell is going on, Rebecca?”
“Will you stop this?” I jerk my hand out of his hold. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Well, I’m not letting you go until you tell me what the fuck is wrong.” Miguel’s eyes glance over my face, and I can see the worry dancing under the anger. “Who’s Linda?”
Shit, I didn’t want to do this, not now.“Miguel, I really…”
“Something is wrong. I can see it on your face.” His fingers on me tighten, giving me a little shake. “And no, I don’t fucking care what the hell is going on between us now. You’re clearly upset, so I’m not letting you deal with this alone.”
No, he wouldn’t. Miguel always used to take care of the people he loved. He was caring and protective.
Not that I believe he was still in love with me.
Too much time has passed. We were too broken.
His hand raises to my face, his thumb skimming over my cheek gently. “What’s going on, Red?”
A shudder runs through me at the touch, a swarm of feelings I couldn’t identify—didn’t want to recognize—slamming into me.
“Mom is missing.” I swallow the lump in my throat, pushing the feelings back. “I don’t have time to deal with all of this.”
I catch the flash of surprise in Miguel’s eyes, but I don’t wait for him to say anything. Using this opportunity, I slip from his grasp and jog across the parking lot to my ride. Unlocking my truck, I slide into the driver’s seat and pray to all the gods as Islide the key in place and turn it. The engine protests for a heartbeat, but then it starts.
“Thank God.”
I’m about to reverse out of my parking spot when the passenger side door opens, and Miguel jumps inside.
I stomp on the break, my fingers gripping the steering wheel. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to help you.”
“You…” The words die on my lips as we just stare at one another. I want to fight him on it, but then I remember that Mom is out there, lost, confused, and all alone. “Whatever.”
