Again, no pick up.
Shit.
I called her one last time, and that was the time that worry started to gnaw at my gut.
What if she was dead?
What if she was having complications?
What if, when I went over there in the morning, she was ice cold because she’d been dead since I dropped her off?
Switching gears, I switched to a different contact.
I hesitated before pressing Odin’s name in my phone, knowing this wasn’t going to be a good conversation.
Odin was ornery, and he wanted to be left alone.
Which was understandable since he’d, very likely, had it the worst of us.
But there were times that we needed him to interact with the world, and this was one of them.
“It’s nearly midnight, fucker,” Odin snarled instead of greeting me.
“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. But I dropped off Romeo’s sister-in-law earlier after picking her up from the hospital. I…”
“After you hit her with your truck.”
I gritted my teeth to keep the words from spilling free, and only continued once I had better control of my temper.
“She isn’t answering my phone calls,” I said. “And she promised that she would. Can you go check on her?”
“No,” he said. “Because I’m not at home. I’m at the club.”
I sighed. “Fuck.”
“But you better go check on her because if you don’t, and she dies, Romeo will never forgive you.”
He wouldn’t.
“Fuck.”
Four
I know everything happens for a reason but…what the fuck?
—Birdee’s secret thoughts
Birdee
I heard the phone, but it was like I couldn’t open my eyes long enough to answer it.
It was probably Cody, trying to do her sisterly duties and make sure that I was alive.
I just couldn’t force myself to move.
I knew I needed to answer it, however. If I didn’t, he’d show up.
And I didn’t want Creed freakin’ Daugherty to show up at my house.
