“While nothing has been confirmed, I’m having a lot of big feelings right now. I’ve always loved living life on the edge, but this cliff is intimidating. I don’t know if I’ll fall or fly if I jump.”
“You’ll soar,” Roaman assured me.
“Without question,” Rather added.
“And, just as always, we’ll be there to make sure you have a good flight.”
“Thank you.” I placed a hand on my chest. My heart pumped wildly.
“That jailhouse dick must be good, baby! I ain’t mad at you, sister girl. I support. Fully. Always have. Always will. We’re Childers. We don’t run from shit. We won’t run from this either.” Roulette lifted her glass. “To Range. A damn good lawyer and a damn good lover.”
“To Range.”
“To Range.”
“To Range.”
“To Range.”
Blindinglights stared back at me.
“Want to talk about it?”
Roaman refused to let me go to the doctor’s office alone. Neither did she allow me to make the appointment. Choose the provider. Or, fill out my paperwork.
Mornings were rough for me. If I wasn’t over the toilet of a courtroom restroom, I was praying I didn’t collapse from exhaustion on the treadmill.
It had been five days since our toast atThe Chi House, and my period still hadn’t returned. That was enough grounds for Roaman to make the necessary arrangements. My caseload hadn’t lightened, and neither had my workload. The weather was nice, and clients were piling in by the dozens. Too much time was being spent outside.
“About what?”
“Where your head is.”
I sighed, gnawing on my bottom lip. My eyes rejoiced as they were coated with darkness.
“I miss him.”
“When’s the last time you saw him?”
“Weeks. He restricts unnecessary visits because he doesn’t want me in that place any more than I have to be.”
“I agree. When’s the last time you talked to him?”
“Two nights ago.”
“Wait up. I’m sure he’ll call again.”
“He doesn’t like that either.”
“Like what?”
“Me waiting on him. Waiting by the phone. Waiting up at night. Waiting for visits. Waiting at all.”
“I’m liking this man a little more with each detail.”
“It drives me insane. Not knowing the next time I’ll hear his voice. Waiting weeks at a time to see his face.”
“Yearning–”
