Bring her into my house.īut he’d said he was cutting ties. Maybe that guilt at wanting me that ate at him all those years until he couldn’t control the urge anymore made him carry that picture. I had to use all my energy not to throw up on the floor and I did this stupidly, because I did it wondering what he told her when he came to me, and that made me feel even sicker.ĭeacon, so smart, why would he carry their picture with him?Īnd maybe he did. My eyes shot to the door and my throat closed. Nothing that would lead me to the life he led when he was away from me with another woman. Unable to stand anymore, I shoved the bag out of my way, tossed the picture on the bed, and sat on it, like sitting on it would make it not be real. But I knew with the exotic features my parents gave me, I had that on her.
I stared at her in the picture and it gave me no comfort to see she was pretty. He didn’t take them unless he was in a place to take them or call me back, which was infrequently. If I did, she might know about me.Īnd he didn’t take my calls. He’d said back when we had the situation with those punks that he’d taken pictures and there was no way he went to his cabin to go get a camera.Ī phone his wife had the number to, not me. I knew it, though never asked to confirm. The phone he used when he was around me was a burner. I stared at the picture, unable to tear my eyes away, thoughts crashing into my brain. My lungs caught fire and I forced myself to breathe. Younger, much younger, the rugged had not yet settled in Deacon’s face.
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