I got my phone out and called Angie.

“Hey girl,” she said as she answered. “How's your Sunday night going?”

“Not great, Angie, not great. Actually, it’s horrible.”

“Oh no! Why, what's the problem?”

“I need a place to stay. I can't stay at my house, because of the whole Simon thing, and now I can't stay here at Everett's place either.”

“Oh, why not?” she asked.

I sighed and felt a burst of both anger and grief tear its way through my inner core.

“Because he's cheating on me. I just found out... and I just can't handle being around him. He's out now, and he doesn't know that I know yet. His daughter is here sleeping, and I... I don't know what to do. I can't leave her alone, but I really, really don't want to see him when he gets back.”

“Look, I'll come pick you up. We can wait until he gets back, then you can tell him that you're leaving, and you can stay at my place. He won't know who I am or where to find me,” she stated.

“Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to impose or anything.”

“Come on, girl, what are friends for? I know you've had some rough times and that things aren't great for you right now. I'm happy to help. I'll come right now, alright? You get a few things packed, and get ready to go.”

“You're totally sure that this is okay? I'm not intruding or anything, you're sure?” I asked again.

“Very sure, Vivienne, very sure. I'll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay, thanks so much, Angie.”

“Don't mention it. I'll be there in a bit. Bye.”

“Bye, Angie.”

I cut off the call and immediately started packing the few things I had at Everett’s. There was nothing to do now but move on.

Chapter Thirty

Everett

I pulled into my driveway and saw a car parked outside my house, a car I didn't know. Immediately, my mind raced to the idea that it could be something to do with Simon, so I loosened my pistol in its hidden holster on my waist under my jacket, and flicked the safety off.

I got out and walked cautiously over to the car. Inside, however, I saw a female driver, and in the passenger seat was Vivienne. She looked like she had been crying.

“Vivienne, what's going on?” I asked.

“You been out busting drug dealers?” she said, her voice cold and harsh, the sarcasm bitingly evident.

“Well, yes, kind of. What are you doing?”

“I'm leaving! I'm going to stay with my friend, Angie! Jane is still asleep, I just checked on her a couple of minutes ago.”

“B- but... why?” I stammered, totally confused.

“Don't act so innocent!” she snapped. “I'm not stupid! I saw the message on your phone! Go wrap your damn arms around Liza, whoever that is, because I don't ever want them around me again, you lying bastard! Goodbye!”

The woman—Angie—shot me a venomous glare and floored her accelerator, throwing gravel as she sped out of my driveway, screeching tires and leaving me standing in a tornado of confusion, shock, and dust.

It hit me like a ton of bricks; Vivienne had seen the message Liza had sent me. I couldn't believe how terrible the timing had been – it had to have come through right when I had gotten up to get my truck keys and my pistol. And, of course, she had no idea about the context of the message, and that, of course, was my fault. I should have told her right away about who the specialist who had seen to Jane was. I should have opened up about my past, about Liza and what she had put me through.

But I hadn't – I had tried to keep it a secret, even though I knew nothing was going to happen between Liza and me. And now I was paying the price for it. I immediately got out my phone and dialed Vivienne, wanting to explain everything, but her number just rang and rang until it went to voicemail.

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