“It’s not crazy, Tyler. It’s beautiful. You’re so lucky to experience such a thing. You’re the epitome of finding your soulmate.” She looks down at her flowers.
“You’ll find yours too, Sam.”
“What are you going to do, Tyler? What are you guys going to do when she leaves? How are you going to just do it?”
It’ll destroy me, Sam. I’m working on it.
“We’re taking it one day at a time.”
“And what happens when those days end?”
“I’m not sure, honestly.” I’ve been doing everything to make sure that doesn’t happen.
“I’m surprised you haven’t talked to Sunny about it,” I say.
“I didn’t want to put a damper on her parade. Plus, wouldn’t it be weird to talk to my best friend like, what are your intentions with my brother?” Sam laughs.
“What are you going to do? When she leaves?”
Sunny is obviously my soulmate, but she’s also my sister’s best friend.
“That day is going to fucking suck. She’s one of us now. She’s my best friend. I’m hoping she’ll find her way back to us. I get it, she needs to do what’s best for herself.”
I take in a deep breath, but my grip on the steering wheel tightens regardless.
“I wish we could fucking catch Ryan. I don’t understand howhe hasn’t been found,” Sam says. “What if we got the lawyers involved? What if we ask for their help?”
“I’ve already tried to ask her that. She doesn’t want us to have anything intervening with the detectives. She wants the justice system to do it their way.”
“I just don’t understand.” She shakes her head.
The thirty minute drive to our parents house feels too short as I pull into the driveway. I just need to get through this, then I can go back home to my little fire.
I get to go home to Sunny.
“Ready?” I ask as I open Sam’s car door.
“Never.”
Still, we both go inside.
We always go inside.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
SUNNY
As I step outsideinto the cold, I see the car Tyler had sent to pick me up idling in the front.
He sent a car.
Instead of approaching it, I turn the other way and hit the street to walk. The driver may assume I got held up at work, which isn’t unusual as a nurse. So I hope it grants me time before I can text Tyler that I’m safely home before suspicions are raised.
Leftover snow crunches under my shoes as I walk up the stairs to his townhome entrance. Before I can open the door, my phone buzzes in my pocket. My brows crease at the unfamiliar number, and I understand why whoever had this one before doesn’t anymore. Because the amount of spam calls is absurd.
I slide the screen to answer. “Fuck off and stop calling this number.”
“Sunny?” he breathes.
