Chapter 24
Avidya
I was certain I was a mess; I felt like it, that’s for sure. Sitting there in the kitchen, my back was to the counter and I had tears streaming down my face.
I wasn’t upset. Not really. I was just overwhelmed and relieved all at once. I never thought that Lynn would call. I wasn’t even sure she was still alive until today. A weight had been lifted from me at the knowledge that that woman that was like a mother to me was alive, and safe. Though we had no idea where she was, it would only be a matter of time before she’d show up again.
It was a gut feeling.
The phone call, although surprising, was well needed. It answered a few questions, yet made just as much more. I had to wonder if the questions would ever come to a close. Probably not with my luck.
The one thing I was absolutely sure of was that I was no longer the girl that Lynn and Cody had raised. I was no longer meek and quiet. I would do everything to prove that I was much more. Marrying Zachariah was only the beginning.
I laughed out loud, the noise loud in the quiet of the house.
If anyone was home other than me, they would surely think I was insane. Maybe I was.
Getting my emotions back in control, I pushed myself up and decided to go get cleaned up right after I finished getting the homemade pizzas finished up. I had already worked out in the huge home gym that Zachariah had. He still required me to keep up my strength. Plus, it did give me something to do to pass the time.
Mostly, I ran on the treadmill, but it helped keep my energy up most days. It gave me something to do when Zachariah wasn’t here.
I was getting to that point where I was becoming bored being at home day after day. I didn’t like shopping, I didn’t have any friends to go and hang out with. I also made sure that I wrote in my journal every day, even if it was only a sentence or two. At least it was something, and still enough to appease my husband.
I needed to start looking for hobbies that I could do. Ones that I was willing to try. I was never a crafty person, as I never thought that I would have the time to become that type of person.
After taking a shower and shaving my legs, I got dressed in a pair of jean leggings and a long purple shirt that went just passed my butt. I left my hair to dry naturally, knowing that Zachariah enjoyed my hair being down.
Lynn had basically programmed it into me that I was to look perfect and act the part once I was married, but here it didn’t matter. Everyone liked me for me, which was a nice refreshing thought. I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. Ever.
I was free to be who I wanted to be.
It was just that I wasn’t entirely sure who I was. I was slowly finding that out, at least.
I grabbed an apple, knowing I needed to eat, as I had yet to eat much today. I wasn’t a huge eater to begin with, but Zachariah had stated he wanted me to eat more after noticing how little I ate during the days he was home.
Given, I had other things on my mind when he was home. Things that pertained to only him.
I just finished my apple, tossing the core into the trash, when my cell began to ring. I had left it on the counter and had mostly forgotten all about it until now. Normally, only Zachariah called me on it. But this time, it was Travis.
“Hey,” I answered. It wasn’t often he called anyone, let alone me. Normally, he’d just make himself at home if he knew I was here on my own.
“What you up to today?” Travis asked lightly. It sounded as though he was walking outside with traffic in the background.
“Not a whole lot,” I answered, leaning my back against the countertop and surveying the kitchen.
“Perfect. I’ll come pick you up and we can have lunch,” Travis said. “Unless you are meeting that husband of yours.”
“He’s at the club interviewing new members today,” I stated. “Which you probably already know.”
“He doesn’t always tell me what he’s going to do,” Travis stated. I could picture him rolling his eyes with that statement. “I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Be ready, Vids.”
With that, he hung up, not giving me a chance to question him. There had to be a reason for him to take me out.
Pulling up my messages, I sent a text to Zachariah, letting him know what I was doing.
Going to lunch with Travis.
His reply came seconds later.
