Page 75 of Wildest Forever

I scream, dropping the tray from my hands, a loud clatter fills the room as I fall to my knees and sob.

“No, no, no, no...” the choked words leave my lips, and my body begins to tremble.

“It's okay, I’ve got you... I've got you,” arms wrap around my body and hold onto me as I fall apart in his embrace.

I didn't even need to look to see who it was.

It was Pacey.

My husband.

The one who would need to pick every single shard of myself from the floor and carefully piece me back together again.

Bit by bit.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PACEY

Pulling into the space outside my office, I reach for my phone and instantly groan.It’s not there.

“Fuck,” I sigh, lifting my hat from my head and running my hands through my hair, tugging at the root slightly.

Placing my hat back on, I exhale heavily then put the truck into reverse.

Swinging it around, I make my way out of Lovelock and within minutes I am pulling up the drive of my home.

Dust kicks up from the tyres as I wobble in my seat slightly from the bumps. My mind drifts to Morgan and the want to take her on a date overwhelms me.

It has been such a short time but yet it feels like a lifetime has passed.

Strange really.

Funny how things work out like that.

Rolling my lips, I push the truck into park and then cut the engine. Opening the door and jumping down, my boots crunch across the gravel.

The closer I get, my stomach knots.

Footing the step, I move forward and twist the handle for the front door and see my phone sitting on the stool. I roll my eyesand reach for it, slipping it into my back pocket and that's when I hear it.

The sound of a smash and a blood curdling scream.

Fuck the rules.

I run up the stairs with my boots and hat still intact and rush to where I can hear her sobbing.

“No, no, no, no...” I see her, crumpled on the floor, soup spilled, bowl shattered, glass smashed around her.

Her eyes are forward, and it takes me a moment to lift my eyes and see why she is on the floor, breaking apart in front of me.

My heart stills and I realize he's gone.

I drop to my own knees, scooping my arms around her waist as I pull her into me, holding her tight as her choked sobs rattle through her body.

“It's okay, I've got you... I've got you...”

I have no idea how long we sit like this for before I am fumbling for my phone and searching for Dr Carlos' number.

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