Page 233 of Unexpected Heroine

I know. Trust me, please. This isn’t the time for this. I can’t explain now.

Me:

Trust you? Oh that’s rich.

Dead to me:

Drop it, Lettie. I know you’re mad, but this isn’t the time.

Me:

I will not drop it. This is my life. Not yours. Why can’t I see him today?

Dead to me:

Because I said no. I’ll explain later. I don’t have time now.

Surely, you see why I contemplated murder. Totally understandable, right? I was all but transported back to that moment by the pool at the dive motel when I first moved to Florida.

Go to your room on your own, or I’ll pick you up and put you there.

If you take off that skirt, you’ll end up with an imprint of my palm on both your ass cheeks.

And then back to last week in his room when he tried to hush me after he told me about my father being alive.

Shh, calm down, Lettie.

He’s always trying to manage me.

Well, that ends now. I’m taking the reins. Finally.

Because it’s my fucking life. I’ll be the one who determines my fate.

Me.

Violet motherfucking Holt.

Simone is right. My life hasn’t been mine to control. Not only sexually but in all ways. And while I never thought of Tomer as controlling, perhaps I was blind to it. Today is the day I take my life back.

My heart beating rapidly, I do something that goes against every fiber of my being.

I place a phone call. Shudder.

Amber Langley answers on the second ring. “Lettie?”

“Hi, Amber. Good morning.” I clear my throat and infuse my tone with the determination racing through my veins. “Sorry for bothering you so early. I need a favor.”

She offered to help when we chatted the other night. Let’s see if it was lip service.

“Of course. What do you need? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But they aren’t letting me leave the facility. No one knows why. However, I have something important I need to do this morning. I was hoping you could bust me out.”

“Let me make some calls. Can I get back to you in a few minutes?”

“Sure.” I press my palm on top of my knee to stop my leg from bouncing. “I’ll be waiting. Thank you.”

When we disconnect, I text Stella to hold her off for now. No sense in her showing up if they won’t let her in or me out.

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