You can
leave some stuff out,” I chimed in.
“Morgan,” Deidra chastised.
“Well, it’s the truth. He doesn’t have to mention
the two of them saying how much they’re in love,” I complained.
“Morgan, I loved her this much,” Drew said, holding
his thumb and finger a quarter inch apart. “I love you to the moon and back.”
“Can we continue now?” Deidra asked, giving me a
look to shut the hell up. I crossed my arms and leaned back, waiting to hear
more of how much my husband loved Skyler. I couldn’t wait.
Drew carried on, “I woke with a headache from hell,
slumped in the office chair. Rubbing my face and eyes, I called, ‘Come in,’ when
I heard the tap on the door. The nurse came into view and told me my mother was
sleeping, she was heading out, and to call her when she was needed. ‘I will. Thank
you for staying with her.’ I nodded, dismissing her. Flipping on the desk
computer, I clicked the camera button, studying the empty rooms in the house.
One by one I added them to the screen, starting with the kitchen, the living
area, the den, and then Michael’s room. He never did share a room with my
mother. She had her own living quarters upstairs and he only visited when he
needed her.”
Humph, imagine that.
“Clicking on my mother’s room to check on her before
going to find some much needed coffee, I froze. I couldn’t move fast enough.
There was absolutely nothing I could do, but watch.”
Oh, my god. I didn’t know he watched.
Drew confirmed what I suspected he saw. “I screamed,
‘NOOO,’ to the top of my lungs as I watched my mother’s shaking finger pull the
trigger.”
I wanted to go to Drew, immediately. I wanted to
hold him and tell him that I loved him, and I’d always be there for him. I
didn’t move. I was in shock and Deidra moved to the edge of her seat, placed
her hand on my knee in a comforting fashion and smiled, giving me the look not
to talk and to stay seated. I swear that woman could read my thoughts.
“I never went to her room,” Drew said whisper soft.
I covered my mouth with my hand and listened to his
voice change, become sadder, and a little distant.
“I didn’t have to go to her room. I saw it all with
my own eyes. Knowing what the scene would be had I tried to save her, I
refrained and only watched the zipped body bag, being wheeled out twenty nine
minutes later. Yes. That was all Michael Callaway’s fault too,” Drew decided
with narrowed eyes directed right at me. “Wishing I could dig him up and kill
him all over again, I slammed the office door, and gave his office a new
makeover. I broke everything in sight, cleared his desk with one swipe of my
arm and put my fist through his face, hanging on the wall.”
Deidra squeezed my leg harder, feeling me tense,
fighting the urge to go to Drew.
“Four days after I sat in the same chair next to Mr.
Callaway, burying his son, I sat again, burying my mother while Mr. Callaway
explained, ‘I know things are pretty rotten right now, but we still need to
have that talk. There’s something that I need you to take care of.’
My mother was being laid to rest and he wanted me to
take care of something,” Drew snorted, taking a gulp of his drink before
continuing, “I replied Callaway in a monotone voice, ‘Yeah, I’m sure I can do
that.’ My mother was lying in a fucking coffin. She’d just blown her head off
because of his son, and he wanted to talk about Callaway Jewels.
Un-fucking-believable. I stood and walked across the dry grass toward my car
alone. I needed to get out of there.
‘Hey man, I don’t really know what to say. I’m
sorry, dude.’ Derik said.
‘Don’t worry about it, Derik. Take care of business
for the next couple days. That’s all you can do. I’m going to get fucked up,’ I
bluntly let my friend and assistant know my plans.”
I cringed at the mention of Derik’s name. I still
hated him.
“Derik said, ‘Okay, don’t worry about a thing, I got
this,
leave some stuff out,” I chimed in.
“Morgan,” Deidra chastised.
“Well, it’s the truth. He doesn’t have to mention
the two of them saying how much they’re in love,” I complained.
“Morgan, I loved her this much,” Drew said, holding
his thumb and finger a quarter inch apart. “I love you to the moon and back.”
“Can we continue now?” Deidra asked, giving me a
look to shut the hell up. I crossed my arms and leaned back, waiting to hear
more of how much my husband loved Skyler. I couldn’t wait.
Drew carried on, “I woke with a headache from hell,
slumped in the office chair. Rubbing my face and eyes, I called, ‘Come in,’ when
I heard the tap on the door. The nurse came into view and told me my mother was
sleeping, she was heading out, and to call her when she was needed. ‘I will. Thank
you for staying with her.’ I nodded, dismissing her. Flipping on the desk
computer, I clicked the camera button, studying the empty rooms in the house.
One by one I added them to the screen, starting with the kitchen, the living
area, the den, and then Michael’s room. He never did share a room with my
mother. She had her own living quarters upstairs and he only visited when he
needed her.”
Humph, imagine that.
“Clicking on my mother’s room to check on her before
going to find some much needed coffee, I froze. I couldn’t move fast enough.
There was absolutely nothing I could do, but watch.”
Oh, my god. I didn’t know he watched.
Drew confirmed what I suspected he saw. “I screamed,
‘NOOO,’ to the top of my lungs as I watched my mother’s shaking finger pull the
trigger.”
I wanted to go to Drew, immediately. I wanted to
hold him and tell him that I loved him, and I’d always be there for him. I
didn’t move. I was in shock and Deidra moved to the edge of her seat, placed
her hand on my knee in a comforting fashion and smiled, giving me the look not
to talk and to stay seated. I swear that woman could read my thoughts.
“I never went to her room,” Drew said whisper soft.
I covered my mouth with my hand and listened to his
voice change, become sadder, and a little distant.
“I didn’t have to go to her room. I saw it all with
my own eyes. Knowing what the scene would be had I tried to save her, I
refrained and only watched the zipped body bag, being wheeled out twenty nine
minutes later. Yes. That was all Michael Callaway’s fault too,” Drew decided
with narrowed eyes directed right at me. “Wishing I could dig him up and kill
him all over again, I slammed the office door, and gave his office a new
makeover. I broke everything in sight, cleared his desk with one swipe of my
arm and put my fist through his face, hanging on the wall.”
Deidra squeezed my leg harder, feeling me tense,
fighting the urge to go to Drew.
“Four days after I sat in the same chair next to Mr.
Callaway, burying his son, I sat again, burying my mother while Mr. Callaway
explained, ‘I know things are pretty rotten right now, but we still need to
have that talk. There’s something that I need you to take care of.’
My mother was being laid to rest and he wanted me to
take care of something,” Drew snorted, taking a gulp of his drink before
continuing, “I replied Callaway in a monotone voice, ‘Yeah, I’m sure I can do
that.’ My mother was lying in a fucking coffin. She’d just blown her head off
because of his son, and he wanted to talk about Callaway Jewels.
Un-fucking-believable. I stood and walked across the dry grass toward my car
alone. I needed to get out of there.
‘Hey man, I don’t really know what to say. I’m
sorry, dude.’ Derik said.
‘Don’t worry about it, Derik. Take care of business
for the next couple days. That’s all you can do. I’m going to get fucked up,’ I
bluntly let my friend and assistant know my plans.”
I cringed at the mention of Derik’s name. I still
hated him.
“Derik said, ‘Okay, don’t worry about a thing, I got
this,
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