“Did he say where he was going?” My voice pitches up a level, and my chest rises and falls with the shallow breaths I’m trying to manage.
The old man shakes his head. “Just said he was going to work with his dad.”
My heart slams to the pit of my stomach like a solid rock.
I don’t even acknowledge the man’s calls as I rush through the corridor, not bothering to take the elevator as I slam down the stairwell, tears watering my lashes as I run into the freezing night air.
Rain batters off the ground, and my clothes stick to my body as my feet clatter against the concrete, rushing to my car.
He couldn’t have left; he would have told me.
Saint wouldn’t have just got up and left without a word. Not even if he had moved on. He would have let me know.
He would know I was going to come back for him.
He had to.
He said he’d wait.
Raindrops splatter across my windshield, oncoming lights blurring white and red as I race through the roads, made worse through the tears welling in my eyes.
My fingers slam against my dash, tapping his number on the screen to call, and it goes straight to voicemail.
“Saint, it’s Indie. Please, please call me when you get this,” I sob through the message, my heart cracking worse than the day I let him walk away from me.
How stupid could I have been? Why did I let him go?
He was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I threw it all away. Letting those fucks do exactly what I said I wouldn’t allow them to.
He probably thought I didn’t love him; I never said it back.
I’ve regretted it every day since, but I love him so much that the word doesn’t feel like it does it justice. I’ve broken his heart, and he’s had to leave.
Bile rises in my throat at the thought.
My ringtone blaring through the car startles me, and I pull my car into the side of the road. I shouldn’t be driving this hysterical.
“Saint?”
“Indie?” Regina comes through my speakers, and disappointment shamefully floods through me.
“Sorry, Gina. Are you okay?” I ask, trying to level out my voice.
“Are you? Are you crying?”
I force a swallow, clearing my throat. “Sorry, I was trying to find Saint. He’s left town, and I can’t reach him.”
How the hell am I going to find him?
This is what I get for doing this to him. It’s my karma, and something deep inside me tells me that I’ve lost him forever.
“We’ll help you find him, I promise. But…I just got a weird phone call from Jenna, like really weird,” she says, and I start up the car again, wiping away tears with the heels of my palms.
“Are you still at home? I can be with you in ten minutes. We can go check it out.”
I ease the car back onto the road and head towards Regina’s.
We decided to stay the night at Regina’s after the run-in with the twins and their dad outside the station. I haven’t even been home yet, avoiding my mom’s watchful eye.
