No visits.
No messages.
Nothing.
At first, I told myself it wasn’t real. It was just another move in whatever twisted game Kraven thought he was winning. My fingers curled against the wall, nails scraping the surface.
He’d tell her things and twist the truth of why I was selling drugs. He’d make it look like I deserved this, and I chose this life, and as a result, I didn’t think about her at all, when she was the one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about.
I’d never choose anything or anyone over her.
“She wouldn’t believe him,” I said out loud, my voice rough, like I had to force it out.
She knew me.
She knew what I’d do for her. What I’d done for her. How I’d destroy the whole world for her. However, her doubt wouldn’t care about the truth.
My truth.
My head dropped back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.
What if she showed up, and they turned her away? What if she called me, and no one passed the message along? What if she thought I didn’t want to see her?
My stomach twisted hard enough to make me swallow against it.
Fuck.
If she thought that, if she believed I was the one shutting her out, she wouldn’t stop trying.
Would she?
My chest pulled, something unfamiliar and unwelcome slipping in under the rage.
Regret.
It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t change anything now. All that mattered was getting out and getting back to her. Fixing this before whatever distance was growing between us turned into something more permanent, which was the real threat. It wasn’t the cell or the charges. It was the distance and time, and I’d continue to be away from her and give him another chance to swoop in and play hero.
Did she know he turned me in? Has she suspected? Or are they just continuing to play house while my baby grows inside her?
So many thoughts, so many questions, with so much time to think them through. I dragged my hands through my hair, gripping hard enough to sting.
That wasn’t happening. I wouldn’t let it, I couldn’t.
My breath caught.
The baby.
Everything in me went still.
Our baby.
Nine days…
Nine fucking days and I didn’t know if she was okay, iftheywere okay. I didn’t know if she was eating right. I didn’t know if she was sleeping. I didn’t know if she was scared or alone or missing me like I was her… I didn’t know anything.
Especially if he was there.
Is he sleeping beside her? Is she in his bed at night? Waking up in his arms in the morning?
