He swallowed hard before he rasped, “No.”
Then he was gone, leaving Weaver and me alone again.
“What was that about?”
Weaver watched the closed door for a long second before he said, “I’m not the only one with a fucked-up past.”
Meaning, he wasn’t the only one that’d escaped prison and left someone behind.
I could read between the lines just fine.
“What’s his story?” I asked.
“Just know that he was in prison for about the same time as me, and Apollo got him out,” I said. “We try not to talk about it too much. The more information we share, the more chance there is of it getting out.”
Understandable.
“What’s in that bag, Weaver?”
Weaver shot me a thankful grin, clearly happy to change the subject. “Let’s find out.”
Eighteen
Neighbor said hi again. I’m just gonna move.
—Weaver to Eddy
Weaver
I was waiting at the airport for my daughter and Nettie to arrive, and it was snowing.
We weren’t in for a big snowstorm or anything, but we were in for enough of a go of it that I knew that Boston would be ecstatic.
She loved snow, and sadly, we didn’t ever get any back home.
We’d gone on a few skiing trips that she’d found out she loved all things winter.
Sadly, those trips hadn’t happened since she was a child.
I just knew her smile would be huge the moment she stepped off the plane and saw it.
I was practically bouncing on my toes as the door to the private plane opened and I could see the brown mop of my daughter’s curls bouncing behind the flight attendant.
The moment she stepped out of the way, Bossy was tearing down the steps and launching herself at me.
I caught her with ease and pulled her into my arms, burying my face into her hair as all sorts of emotions assaulted me.
Love the most overwhelming of all.
We talked a lot.
So much, in fact, that I knew more about her now than I did when she was a kid.
But talking and seeing were two very different things.
“I’m so happy to see you,” I whispered against her hair.
She squeezed me tighter, and a sob caught in her throat.
