I read the letter once. Twice. A third time. My biological mother’s thought process was a bit chaotic, but apparently normal for her, according to Travis anyhow.
“She doesn’t really want to see me,” I mused, looking up at Travis as he lounged on the couch, a soda in one hand.
“She does,” he said. “She’s scared. Seeing someone you know but haven’t seen since they were small can be frightening. I felt the same way when I tracked down that bastard.”
“Yeah, well, Aaron doesn’t want you dead,” I huffed out.
“But he wants you alive, no?” Travis replied in question. “Just because he’s after you doesn’t mean he wants you dead.”
“What would he want with me? Actually, don’t answer that,” I said, holding my hand up.
My body was still slightly sore from the last couple of days. Yesterday was an extremely lazy day, and I didn’t mind one bit. I did feel lighter, freer in a way. It was amazing how such things could make someone feel like they floated on a cloud without any worries. At the same time, it was a bit scary, not sure with what was real and what wasn’t.
“Will you meet her?” Travis asked after a moment.
“I guess so,” I sighed out. “At least to see her once in my life.”
“It’ll be worth it, though,” Travis said. “If we land on a good day for her.”
“How often do you bug her?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know that answer either.
“Once a week or so,” he shrugged out. “But she doesn’t want to see Zach, which I promised to make sure of.”
“I don’t want to go without him,” I stated, looking at Travis as he sat on the couch.
“He can tag along,” Travis said, waving away the concern. “Just can’t go into the group room.”
“Okay,” I said, refolding the letter and placing it on the coffee table before leaning back against the chair.
“When will Zach be back anyhow?” he sighed out, almost in a gloom.
“An hour or two. Something having to do with overseeing a shipment,” I shrugged out this time.
Zachariah didn’t want to leave, but since Melio took Toby to counseling today to hopefully help get over his fear of men, he had no choice. He didn’t want to leave me alone, which was probably a good thing. I still felt out of sorts from our session just two days ago.
I wasn’t sure how long it would last, but I afraid of what would happen when it did. Maybe I feared what was to come because Zachariah wasn’t here holding me.
I missed his arms, his voice, and his touch. I just missed all of him.
“Ah, yeah, he did say something like that,” Travis said.
“Alright, what’s up with you?” I asked.
“Kenna keeps teasing me,” he grunted out. “We have a session planned tonight, and won’t let me do anything about…well, you get the idea.”
I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. A laugh that was deep in my chest at his predicament.
“It’s not funny,” he grumbled out.
“But it so is!” I laughed out. “Nothing ever seems to bother you, but this one thing.”
“I bet you’d be the same way if Zach could actually keep his hands off of you long enough,” he bit back.
“I’m too appealing for him to do that to me,” I laughed at him.
“Whatever,” he grunted out.
“Well, I’m going to go take a shower while you mope,” I stated, standing up slowly. This morning right after breakfast, I had stood up too fast and had become light headed. I blamed it on the after effects of subspace.
