open. The loud rumble of converging conversations abruptly silenced.
Taylor cleared his throat. “I didn’t touch her. She’s too fucking mean.”
He passed me, heading for the front door, and I watched him, trying to kill him with my expression alone.
Kirby burst into laughter. She was still cackling as Taylor waved at her before walking out onto the front sidewalk. Phaedra tried not to smile, but her deep wrinkles betrayed her. Hannah seemed just as stunned as I was.
“Good morning, sunshine. Coffee?” Phaedra said, handing me a steaming mug.
“Thank you,” I said through my teeth. Then I stomped back up the stairs.
“Falyn?” Phaedra called after me.
I stopped before turning down the hall and looked down at her.
“He’s ten steps ahead of you, kiddo.”
“I know,” I grumbled, taking my coffee to the loft.
I exploded through my door and kicked it shut before leaning against the side of the refrigerator. When I felt angry tears burning my eyes, I set the coffee on the kitchen counter and then rushed to my bedroom, reached for the shoebox, and pulled it onto the bed with me.
The most recent letter was on top of the others, and beneath it was the stack of cash I’d saved so far for a plane ticket. I held the notebook paper to my chest and took a deep breath. The carefully scripted loops and lines informing me of everything I had missed was nearly four months old, and it would only grow older.
I let the thin notebook paper fall to my lap.
Of course it would be Taylor fucking Maddox. The last person on Earth who I want to need is my one quick ticket to Eakins. I pushed the thought from my head. I didn’t want a plan or to even think about it.
I just needed to get there. No expectations. No hopes. Just the opportunity to knock on their door. Even if they wouldn’t forgive me, maybe I could finally forgive myself.
I wiped my cheeks, smiling as the dad in Poltergeist pushed the television out of the hotel room and onto the balcony. The credits and eerie music began to play, and I scowled at the empty mug of coffee on the carpet next to me.
My fridge contained only a moldy jar of cheese dip, ketchup, and two cans of Red Bull. Phaedra had given me a used coffee maker, but I didn’t have any coffee or sugar … or water if I couldn’t afford the bill. I cringed, thinking about having to go downstairs to use the toilet. I would have to clean that restroom on occasion, and although I made a conscious effort not to be a snob about most things, public restrooms made my skin crawl.
I stood up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The loud chatter of customers instantly infiltrated my head, especially the squeals and cries of children. They always seemed to hit an octave that stood out to me, grinding inside my brain like a metal fork on a plate.
The water splashed onto my T-shirt as I rinsed the mug. Then I put it into one of three dishwashers.
Hector smiled at me as he rounded the corner, wiping his hands on his apron. “Are you going to get outside and see the world today, Miss Falyn?” he asked.
I sighed. “Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”
Hector just smiled, carrying on with his duties.
Phaedra’s face appeared in the food window. “Hey, kiddo. What do you have planned today?”
“Nothing.” I took a bite of celery that had been left on the prep table.
Pete slapped my hand as I grabbed for another, and I tried not to laugh.
My grin fell away. “He said I had a nightmare,” I said to Pete.
He frowned.
“It’s been a long time … since …” I said, trailing off.
Phaedra came over to stand next to me and gently pulled on one of my tawny waves, moving it away from my face. “You sure you don’t have anything planned?” she asked.
“Yes. Why?”
She gestured behind her with a nod. “Because that boy’s here, looking for you.”
I scrambled to the doors, pushing through to see Taylor standing on the sidewalk outside. He waved to me.
“He likes you,”
Taylor cleared his throat. “I didn’t touch her. She’s too fucking mean.”
He passed me, heading for the front door, and I watched him, trying to kill him with my expression alone.
Kirby burst into laughter. She was still cackling as Taylor waved at her before walking out onto the front sidewalk. Phaedra tried not to smile, but her deep wrinkles betrayed her. Hannah seemed just as stunned as I was.
“Good morning, sunshine. Coffee?” Phaedra said, handing me a steaming mug.
“Thank you,” I said through my teeth. Then I stomped back up the stairs.
“Falyn?” Phaedra called after me.
I stopped before turning down the hall and looked down at her.
“He’s ten steps ahead of you, kiddo.”
“I know,” I grumbled, taking my coffee to the loft.
I exploded through my door and kicked it shut before leaning against the side of the refrigerator. When I felt angry tears burning my eyes, I set the coffee on the kitchen counter and then rushed to my bedroom, reached for the shoebox, and pulled it onto the bed with me.
The most recent letter was on top of the others, and beneath it was the stack of cash I’d saved so far for a plane ticket. I held the notebook paper to my chest and took a deep breath. The carefully scripted loops and lines informing me of everything I had missed was nearly four months old, and it would only grow older.
I let the thin notebook paper fall to my lap.
Of course it would be Taylor fucking Maddox. The last person on Earth who I want to need is my one quick ticket to Eakins. I pushed the thought from my head. I didn’t want a plan or to even think about it.
I just needed to get there. No expectations. No hopes. Just the opportunity to knock on their door. Even if they wouldn’t forgive me, maybe I could finally forgive myself.
I wiped my cheeks, smiling as the dad in Poltergeist pushed the television out of the hotel room and onto the balcony. The credits and eerie music began to play, and I scowled at the empty mug of coffee on the carpet next to me.
My fridge contained only a moldy jar of cheese dip, ketchup, and two cans of Red Bull. Phaedra had given me a used coffee maker, but I didn’t have any coffee or sugar … or water if I couldn’t afford the bill. I cringed, thinking about having to go downstairs to use the toilet. I would have to clean that restroom on occasion, and although I made a conscious effort not to be a snob about most things, public restrooms made my skin crawl.
I stood up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The loud chatter of customers instantly infiltrated my head, especially the squeals and cries of children. They always seemed to hit an octave that stood out to me, grinding inside my brain like a metal fork on a plate.
The water splashed onto my T-shirt as I rinsed the mug. Then I put it into one of three dishwashers.
Hector smiled at me as he rounded the corner, wiping his hands on his apron. “Are you going to get outside and see the world today, Miss Falyn?” he asked.
I sighed. “Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”
Hector just smiled, carrying on with his duties.
Phaedra’s face appeared in the food window. “Hey, kiddo. What do you have planned today?”
“Nothing.” I took a bite of celery that had been left on the prep table.
Pete slapped my hand as I grabbed for another, and I tried not to laugh.
My grin fell away. “He said I had a nightmare,” I said to Pete.
He frowned.
“It’s been a long time … since …” I said, trailing off.
Phaedra came over to stand next to me and gently pulled on one of my tawny waves, moving it away from my face. “You sure you don’t have anything planned?” she asked.
“Yes. Why?”
She gestured behind her with a nod. “Because that boy’s here, looking for you.”
I scrambled to the doors, pushing through to see Taylor standing on the sidewalk outside. He waved to me.
“He likes you,”
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