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“I love you too, Momma,” I say.“Thank you.”
Dad hugs me, and he holds onto me for a second.“I’ll be okay, Dad.I have Remy and Cam,” I say.
“Be good,” he says.
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Pumpkin,” he smiles.
Mom and Dad leave, but Ross and Andrea stay.Ross is staring at me, and I ignore it for a minute but eventually say something.“What is your problem?”I ask with a sigh.
“You are hiding something,” he says.
“Ross,” Andrea says.
“No,” Ross says.“What is it?”
“I don’t know if it’s important or not,” I say.
“What is it?”Cam asks.
“Well… Omar wasn’t sitting up front.I don’t actually know where he was.I just remember that he wasn’t up front,” I say.
“He was in the back,” Andrea says.“We will talk to him.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
“Come take a shower,” Remy says.“You can nap after.”
“That sounds good,” I yawn.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lorelei
Six Days Later
Todayisthefirstday I am leaving the house after essentially everyone I know seeing me get shot.They know I’m okay, or at least our employees do, because I’ve been doing my work and sending emails.Mom and Dad are at the hunting cabin without service.Cameron and Remington have been right by my side through the anger, the sadness, and the horrific nightmares.The first night I spent having nightmares of getting shot over and over again.Thrown into the mix were dreams about Tris and how I know she died.The second night I didn’t sleep at all, but then they drugged me.This time was different, though.It wasn’t for them to be able to play with me while I slept.No, this was because I refused to sleep otherwise.
Today, we are flying to Seattle.Clay sent his company jet to us so that we could send ours to Florida.We paid the pilot to take it and sit for a few days so that it appears that we are somewhere we aren’t.
My arm is healing wonderfully.It hurt for a while, but it’s manageable now.I got really fucking lucky.Andrea and Ross have questioned Remy and Cam numerous times on how they knew to save me, but they can’t seem to figure out why.They understood why they were being questioned, and the best thing any of us can come up with is that they saw the person, but their brain didn’t retain anything because they were worried about me.
None of us have had sex all week.I have been so focused on work that by the time they make me stop, I have to go to bed.It’s not that I don’t want to; I just need to process things.I think they are mostly afraid of hurting me.I plan to break this dry spell while we are in Seattle, though.
Omar has all but disappeared, which tells me he’s guilty.It’s hard for me to understand why he would shoot me, but it’s looking like he did.That leads me to believe he is the one who killed Tris, but again, why?This has been the hardest to understand because he was my friend, or so I thought.
Tris’ body was finally released yesterday morning to the funeral home, and they cremated her immediately.Now, I am holding her urn as we pull up to the jet.I decided to take Tris with us because she always wanted to visit the west coast.I plan to spread a little of her ashes here so that part of her will always be here.After I make three memorial necklaces, I will scatter the rest at a later date.We want to move, but we need to decide where.We’ve considered New Jersey or Rhode Island for obvious reasons, but we are not dead set on anything yet.
“Call if you need anything,” Ross says.“Local police know you will be out here, and you have the number for Detective Valerie Thomas.She should check in with you three at some point, but she will be available if anything happens.”
“Okay,” I say.“Thank you, guys.”
“You’re welcome.Please, be safe,” Andrea says.“Remember, no social media.Nothing online at all to avoid being traced.Use cash and use the burner phone we gave you.”
“We got it, Mom,” Cam laughs.
“Mhmm,” she smiles.“Be good.”
