Page 94 of In Death, Love Survives
Passing by the prisoners as they’re outside, I catch Toby’s attention. He waves me down, and I panic.
I’m really not sure what I should do here.
I do know that he’s been seen with Wolfe, so maybe it’s something to do with that.
Nothing makes sense to me anymore. Clearly, I’m just reacting instead of acting at this point to try and make it through this day.
“Dr. Fletcher,” Toby says as he gets to the gate. There are a few stares now being shot our way, wondering who Toby is speaking to.
“Hi, I’m sorry to say, but I’m heading out.”
“This won’t take long.”
“Okay,” I say as I sling my backpack tighter over my shoulder.
“Be careful.”
“What do you…?” I draw out.
“Be careful with Walker.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m not with Wolfe Walker.”
Toby looks at me intently.
“I have to go,” I say.
“Careful. There’s danger to come.”
“Okay…”
Toby leaves and heads back toward where he came from, near the bleachers.
That was really odd, but I’ve got to keep going before anyone else tries to stop me.
A few whistles go off, and suddenly, I’m self-conscious of my outfit of choice. Picking up speed, I go through the final set of doors.
As I finally reach the parking lot, I scan it, looking for any sign of Wolfe. It’s an expansive lot in the middle of the mountains.
As I look at all the cars around, I don’t see any motorcycles parked nearby or far away.
My heart sinks as I notice the sky turning a pink and purple hue. It’s a beautiful twilight with the sun beginning to set, a reminder of my dad when I need it the most.
Am I too late?
He did say until dusk, but it’s getting close to that time. I should have left earlier. I should have run to him this morning.
I drop to the ground and sit on the end of the sidewalk with my boots firmly planted on the road gravel.
As I rest my head in my hands, I realize that I don’t have his address. I didn’t make a backup plan when I left.
I really did not think through what would happen if he didn’t wait for me or if I was too late. The man can only linger for so long before wanting to get out of the place that probably holds so many bad memories.
Tears start to well in my eyes.
“Fuck,” I mumble.
“Didn’t know angels cursed the heavens too,” a raspy voice says.
