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“Bye Kim.”

“Bye Kade.”

I hung the phone up and stared at the rising sun. She could come home, and I could go stay at the clubhouse. She was either going to pack up and leave with her family, or we would work things out. But my gut was telling me she had already made her mind up, and the next time I saw her, she would be packing boxes too. Leaving me.

Chapter 29

Abby

“I told you I am fine to walk.” I protested against the wheelchair again, but Dad wouldn’t let me out of it.

“Suck it up, sister, you’re being babysat.” Kim pulled her sunglasses down as we exited the hospital, and I was finally free of the wheelchair when the taxi pulled up.

“So what, we’re taking a taxi all the way back home?” I arched my eyebrows at her.

“Nope.” She cracked the door open. “We’re taking it back to your house.”

“I can’t go there.”

“Reaper won’t be there. He has cleared out and moved into the clubhouse. Anyway, Dad and I are crashing with you for a while. The boys are moving into Reaper’s clubhouse.”

“I don’t see why the boys rode down anyway.”

“Dad says you do know. Now get in.”

With regret, I opened the taxi door and got in.

***

I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe for everything to be the same. For the blood to still be on the floor and for all the memories of the night hit me. But it didn’t happen. The kettle boiled, and I snapped out of my state.

Kade wasn’t here, and he hadn’t shown up for two days. Two whole days I had been back here and not once had he come home.

I still didn’t know how I felt about it.

“Abby, Dad’s heading down to the clubhouse. They're having a party, and I thought I might tag along.” Kim leaned on the door frame.

“Trigger gonna be there?”

“Yeah.” She smiled shyly. “I haven’t seen him for a while, and we kind of left things unfinished.”

“I’m fine to be by myself. Go and have fun with them.” I waved my hand.

“You sure?”

I blew on my coffee and nodded my head. “Yeah, I was planning on an early night.”

“Ok, call me if you need me.” She turned and headed out the front. I could hear Dad’s bike roaring.

The front door closed and for the first time since the accident, I was home alone.

I sat down in the lounge room and pulled a file out of my bag. I had been putting it off, but I knew I couldn’t any longer.

I opened the folder, and pictures of small coffins and prices confronted me. I sighed and flipped the page. Headstones. Organizing a funeral wasn’t easy.

But my son, our son, deserved one. I had already brought the plot, and now the funeral director was just waiting for my instructions. I had put it off for two days, and now I had to make decisions.

I closed the folder up and grabbed my coffee. I might as well do this in bed. I was walking up the staircase when I paused at a photo of Kade and I. He was smiling, and I was tucked under his arm. He was happy.

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