Page 87 of Jilted Jock
“You’re not saying something.”
I let out a breath. “She’s not speaking to me.”
“What happened? Last time I saw you, you couldn’t stop smiling because you two had finally worked things out.”
“I screwed up.”
“Fixable?”
I shrugged. “It has to be.”
A family of five walked through the door and Flo stood. “Good luck.”
I waited as long as I could, but Adele didn’t come home, and I had to get to the stadium.
Same thing after the game. I checked to see if she’d picked up her ticket – she hadn’t – and then headed back to her place. I had two hours before the team plane left and next to no idea where to find her outside of her apartment and work. I went by her work first, couldn’t get into the building and resigned that if she was hiding in there, I’d never get to her. At her apartment, I knocked and then waited. Nothing.
“Adele. Open up.” I rested my head against the door. “Please.”
The door across the hall opened and an older woman in a silk robe stepped out. “She doesn’t live here anymore.”
“What?” I stared back at the door to Adele’s apartment. “She moved out?”
The lady nodded. “Paid through the end of her lease and said she’d found something else.”
“When?”
“First thing Monday morning.”
My stomach clenched with dread and the knowledge New York was a giant city and I had absolutely no leads on where to find her.
“Did she leave a forwarding address or anything?”
“Not with me. Sorry.” She nodded toward the flowers. “You mind if I take one of those? Could really liven up my apartment.”
“No, they’re all yours.” My rough voice was a whisper as I walked away.
Finn
April 19, 3:01 a.m.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Last Hope
This feels like my last hope. A shot in the dark that you’ll read this and have some small idea of how sorry I am and how goddamn much I miss you.
I was an idiot. I failed you a hundred times over. You risked so much for me and then I failed to protect you when you needed me. You’re not just an addict. You’re smart and gorgeous and you’re so damn brave. I see you, sweetheart. All of you.
You were right; you and I live in two different worlds, but I’d move heaven and earth to be with you so figuring out how to combine our worlds shouldn’t be so hard. Give me a chance. I won’t let you down again.
Finn
April 19, 3:01 a.m.
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