Page 67 of In Death, Love Survives
I watchas my girl puts herself back together using a small handheld mirror from her purse. You can barely tell that she was freshly fucked, and something primal in me hates that.
Nova glances in my direction, clearly sensing something is wrong. She raises her eyebrows expectantly.
Dating a psychiatrist is going to take some getting used to. She knows all too well that I have a look of concern.
“I wish today could have been better for you,” I say.
Her head tilts back slightly before she snaps the mirror and sits down next to me in another guest chair.
“I loved what we just did.”
“I want you by my side in every way imaginable. I hate that we have to separate soon, as if this is nothing.”
She takes my hand in hers.
“But we know this is everything.”
My girl has a way with her words.
“I’ll get out of here soon.”
“Oh! Yes. Well, that’s actually the main reason I asked you here,” she starts.
“What happened?”
She squeezes my hands.
“What’s your attorney’s contact information? Write it down,” she says as she pulls a pad of paper and pen from her desk and hands it over.
“Why?” I ask as I do.
“I snuck into Crawley’s office.”
“Nova.” I set the pen and paper back on the desk.
“Don’t ‘Nova’ me. I did it for you. For us. I told you I’m all in. Don’t you realize I’m on your team?”
Fucking straight to the heart.
“I do. I really do.”
“Well, I did find some documents. I couldn’t take the originals, but I have photos I can provide to your attorney to at least start with.”
“What did they have on them?”
“They want you here.”
I stare knowingly.
“That’s not it,” she continues.
“What do you mean?”
“They want you here until they can arrange for you to disappear.”
I hang my head back for a moment before facing her again.
“They are going to have someone in the prison do it. Then make it look like a suicide. Whoever it is will get a reduced sentence for helping,” she finishes.
