Page 105 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“Come on up, and I’ll get you a space,” Lucian said.

When Maura glanced over at her husband, that look passed between them.

It said one thing.

There was definitely trouble in paradise.

Oof.

Unlucky them.

Meanwhile…

As they left the garage, Bishop gave them a few minutes to head up before she followed.

There was a million and one things going on in her head, and she needed to regroup.

Now, with the kitchen clear, Bishop went inside and got herself a glass of water. As she drank it, she stared over toward the Monroes’ house.

The melee was calming down, and she could see the crime scene team wrapping up their work.

She didn’t want to relive what Wynter did to herself, because she’d seen her body.

And that was going to live in her mind forever.

“Why didn’t you just do the bare minimum, Wyn? What was going on in your head?” she asked, talking to herself. “Everyone warned you. What could you have possibly believed being stubborn would get you?”

Sadly, there was no answer.

Not that she expected one.

The bottom line was that had she just spoken to one of them, or possibly worn the protection, this would have had a different outcome. What was going on in her head that she’d ignore the family and their directives to keeping her safe?

Going forward, she was not taking that necklace off because the shit got real in this town.

Real ugly.

PASS.

As she watched the cops at the gate, next door, she was grateful they hadn’t stopped to talk to the ones waiting for them. Tonight would be a mess, and honestly, she just wanted to deal with the bare minimum and get through it.

Ridge was a wreck.

Lucian was a ball of nerves.

And she was worried.

The bottom line was that everyone was on edge, and with good reason to be. Ironically, it all hinged on one family.

The Monroes.

As she stood there, she stared down at her wedding ring and wondered what was going to happen to their marriage. Would they be strong enough to withstand this, too?

So much had happened in their world over the last five years, and Bishop felt like her feet were about to be kicked out from underneath her.

And that was scary.

Instead of staying in the kitchen, it was clear that she needed to calm down. Remembering what Lucian had said about using the meditation shed, she headed out the back door and to the space her husband had created for himself and his lover.