Page 61 of Make Me Trust Again
I nod. “I promise.”
Rose places her hand on Kyle’s shoulder. With one final glance at the two of them, I turn around and go home. My eyes scan the space just in case, but John’s nowhere to be seen.
Good.
Instead of walking into the house, I beeline for the barn. The space has been dubbed as our garage for years now, and after I came home from my last deployment, I’ve ordered some gym equipment so I can do my PT and work out in there.
Considering all this restless energy coursing through me, that’s exactly what I need right now.
Shadow goes to her bed and huffs, while I check the weights before lying down on the bench.
I try to focus on controlling my breathing as I lift, but I can’t get the images of Rose cornered against the wall with her ex’s hands on her. Hurting her.
Gripping the bar tighter, I push the weights up in quick reps, barely taking any time in between them. The sweat is dripping down my face, and my arms are shaking.
He’d better not come back uninvited because the next time I won’t be nearly as nice.
It’s late by the time I’m done; my body is too spent to move.
Grabbing a towel, I wipe at my face as I whistle softly. Shadow joins me as we leave the barn and go to the door. I’m just about to reach for the handle when I see a little plastic container in front of the door.
Crouching down, I lift it, my eyes falling to the little paper on top of the closed container as I enter the house.
You can say what you want, but I know the truth.
Thank you for saving me.
Again.
Rose
P.S. Hopefully, you can manage the microwave better than the stove. ;)
I stare at the words for a while longer, my throat feeling tight with each passing second. Then my gaze falls on the container she left.
Food.
She left me food.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ROSE
“How is my favorite man?”Mom asks the moment we get out of the truck.
“Hey, Nana!”Kyle grins widely at her.“I’m great. How are you?”
“Good. Excited to hang out with you today. I might have a little surprise for you inside.”
“Are there cookies?”
A smile spreads over Mom’s mouth as she winks at him.“Maybe.”
“Yay!”He turns to me.“Bye, Mom!”
“I’ll see you later!”
We watch him run into the house, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders with every step he takes.
