“Yeah, well, maybe he should see what he’s done to you.”
I turn her way in surprise after what we just heard.
She holds her hands up in defense. “Hey, I know he’s got some fucked-up shit in his head, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t see what his actions did. Forgiving him is one thing; making sure he knows what he did is another.”
I close my eyes, take a breath, and nod.
“Love you, girl.” She hugs me again.
“Love you.”
I head out the door to my car, hop in, and turn up the radio, needing the calming force music can provide me with right now.
As I drive, a million things go through my head.
What if he still doesn’t want this child?
What if I show up and he freaks out again?
What if I can’t find him?
It’s all giving me a panic attack, and I need to breathe so I can work my way through everything that’s going on.
I drive to Natchez Trace Parkway, hoping he’s there and at the place we did that day. As I follow the scenic route, I allow the music to take over my mind, body, and soul, healing me with every note and every lyric.
When I see the restaurant we stopped at, I take a deep breath and pull off the road, praying he’s here. I head around the back of the parking lot, and my chest tightens when I see his truck.
I park my car, open the door, and walk to his truck, only to see it’s empty. I search around for where he could be and find him walking down a path, coming back to his truck.
When his eyes meet mine, he freezes in place, staring at me, but not moving an inch.
He’s already walked away from me once. I’ve made the move of coming here, but he’ll have to show me he actually wants me here before I do anything else.
To my surprise, once he moves, it’s not to go away from me, nor does he slowly make his way to me.
No.
He runs in a full-on sprint to exactly where I am.
Silas
This can’t be real.
I blink a few times, afraid if I move an inch, she’ll disappear.
I’ve been an absolute wreck since I left Kara’s place. I’ve felt like I’m losing my mind, but I swear, if my brain is this cruel to be playing games like this on me, then I don’t know how I’ll go on with my life this way.
I close my eyes, say a quick prayer, then open them again to see her still standing next to my truck, like the angel I always thought she was.
She’s here.
She came to find me.
Even after I did the most fucked-up thing a guy could possibly do, she’s here.
I do the only thing I know how to do.
I run.
