Page 121 of Fraud
My heart began to race for some reason, as if it knew something I didn’t.
“I’ve got to go,” I announced.
“Is everything okay?” Amy asked, rising from her seat. Her eyes met mine, so full of concern and warmth.
“I don’t know honestly, but I’m going to go find out. Can you let everyone know I had to step out?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thanks.”
Grabbing my purse, I didn’t waste any time. Normally, I would have stopped at my boss’s office, taken the time to make the necessary steps in announcing my departure.
But this felt wrong.
It all felt wrong.
And, somehow, I knew, time was not on my side.
I realized about halfway home that I had no idea where Killian even was. With his constant interview schedule, he could be anywhere in the city.
Pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I sent him a text and got an immediate answer back.
Good, he was here.
My hand went to the handle, ready to push the door open, but something stopped me.
Looking up at my apartment window, I paused.
One hand on the door handle, one wrapped around the single sheet of pink paper from Liam.
It felt like my life was about to change.
For the better…or for the worse?
I had no idea, but in that moment, I knew I was standing on a precipice. I could rip up the note, throw it in my purse, and hold on to a few precious moments of normal for a bit longer.
Or I could dive headfirst into the abyss.
My hand shook, as I pushed the door open.
Time to jump.
The short trip across the parking lot, through the lobby, and into the elevator felt ten times longer than usual. My feet twitched as the old machine climbed to the third floor, announcing my arrival with a loud ding.
My apartment building was mostly filled with nine-to-fivers, so during the day, these halls were fairly quiet, except for the few retirees who occupied every floor.Wheel of Fortunemust have been on because today, a pin dropping could have been heard from one end to the other as my footsteps creaked across the worn wood floor.
Marching up to my door, I thought for a second about knocking.
Why?
I wasn’t sure, but all of a sudden, none of this made sense.
Tell Killian I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of this.
I, of all people, knew words had power.
Power to inspire.
