This is what pissed her off.
I did not lie to her. But I did leave out information. And she didn’t see the difference.
But there is a difference.
At any rate, she was angry. So when she gave me the chance to make it up to her after Chek was gone, I took it.
She wanted that cure so bad. Once the letter-opening was over, the cure was the only thing she talked about. And maybe it was a way to justify what happened to Chek. That’s possible. But I knew better. She didn’t want to justify Chek’s death that day. I know this because Wendy Gale has no idea what she did that day that Chek died.
But I do.
I saw the whole thing.
And then I did what I had to do.
“Dear Wendy,” I whisper again.
She huffs a little breath.
“You are sweet, beautiful, perfect, and whole. You are everlasting, transcendent, exceptional, and extraordinary. You are remarkable, exquisite, priceless, and sublime. You are flawless, marvelous, divine, and sensational. You are heavenly, powerful, glorious, and delightful.
“You are lovely.
“You are majestic.
“You are gorgeous.
“And I will never let you go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - MERC
My phone rings in the grocery store. I know who it is before I even look at the screen. I press accept. “Sasha.”
“Merc.”
“What’s up?”
“What’s up?” She scoffs. “Harrison is standing in my kitchen right now telling me that you’re requesting my presence in Nebraska. That’s what’s up. Why do you need me in Nebraska?”
“He didn’t tell you.”
“No. He said, ‘Merc needs to see you in Nebraska. Do you wanna come with me?’ And I’m like… I dunno. Do I wanna go with him, Merc?”
I let out a long, tired sigh.
“What’s this about?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here.”
I expect a fight over this. Sasha hasn’t been a bossy little brat for a long time now, but I expect her to put a foot down. I expect a little bit of resistance. An argument, at least. So when her silence goes on for almost twenty whole seconds, I know she knows.
She knows this is about Nick. She might even understand that I’m bringing her to see him, but she’s not going to argue with me.
“Sasha?”
“I’m here.” He voice is small now. Low and soft. That’s the woman she turned into. Someone soft. And I don’t mean that in a disparaging way, even though if I ever told her this, she would be insulted. I mean that… she got out. She let it go. Somehow, some way she put all that Santa Barbara and Kansas shit behind her and moved on.
It’s a sign of strength. And I would say this to her, if we ever had this conversation for real. I would tell her, Don’t regret the soft, or the easy, or the good. Because you, of all the girls they used up and threw away, you are the one who made it. And that is strength.
But she wouldn’t want to hear it, so I just concentrate on the present. “So you’ll come,” I say.
“Is this gonna ruin my life?”
I have to pause. In the old days, and for people who are not Sasha or anyone I seriously care about, I’d just lie about this and say, Nope. But I can’t lie to this girl. She’ll know, first of all. And second, I don’t want to ruin the trust we have. When you’re surrounded by lies truth is more valuable than gold. Because truth, even if it’s bad news, breeds trust. And trust is worth even more than truth.
Plus, something is happening right now and for whatever reason, these Company people have decided to place me on their chessboard. I’m a game piece at the moment. I can feel it. And I need help. And maybe it’s not fair to expect this help to come from Sasha, but she truly is the only one I can turn to. I can’t call Sydney. She’s not that kind of Company girl. And I’m sure, by now, Syd knows something is up. But she trusts me to take care of it and get back to our family in one piece.
So I’m phoning a friend, as they say on that TV game show. I’m placing my own chess piece onto the gameboard. A twist, if you will.
“Merc?”
“Look,” I sigh. “I can’t answer that. Not yet, anyway. But I’m calling you because I need you. That’s all I want to say over the phone. I need you.”
“It’s…” And I swear, Nick Tate’s name is on the tip of her tongue. I don’t know why she doesn’t finish her thought or say it out loud, but I can take a good guess. If she says it out loud, it becomes real. So instead she says, “OK. Should I pack an overnight bag? Find a babysitter and bring Jax? Pull the kids out of school and clean out my bank accounts? How deep is this going?”