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the text. Mimi has been fired from the soap opera she's starred in for years after an overdose ... I gasp. No, they must have that wrong. “It's a little unbelievable, isn't it? I was reading and walked into the door,” Wayne explains.
Whoever has written the article is claiming Mimi's replacement is her twin sister. “But she said she'd sell her soul to the devil himself before she'd let this happen.” What is she still doing here?
“Babe, I've got to go.” Wayne looks at the mess still on the floor and guilt plays with his expression.
“Go, I'm fine.” He hesitates. “Honestly, babe. I'll take it easy. I swear. I'll just clear this up, have some toast and then have a long soak in the bath.” I precariously step over the mess and broken glass.
“Promise me that's all you'll do.” Hadn't I just done that? “Precious, I don't want to leave you alone all day.”
I know what he means. It's the first time I'll be on my own all day but it's got to happen someday, right? “I'll call you if I need anything.”
Butterflies wake up in my tummy as he nods, leans forward and kisses my cheek. “I'll check on you first chance. Lock the door behind me.” I follow him to the door, close it, turn the key in the lock and for extra measure bolt it too. I walk to the window and watch the car drive away. It's a rental because ours is still with the forensic team. And after what happened to me the last time I was in it, I don't ever want it back. Shudder.
I check the windows are locked. That's it. I know I'm secure in our apartment, but ... It's the fact that I'm alone that unnerves me. So I'll just stay here for a little while, by the window where I can see who comes and who goes from the little complex where we live.
Chapter Eight
I blink, shake myself out of the blank place my mind has been and turn to Wayne. He's hovering at the threshold of our bedroom door and rubbing a towel into his damp sun streaked hair. He's wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and staring at me. I think he's waiting for something. “Um, sorry, what?”
“You're by the window again,” he says.
“And your point is?” What is he? The window police? Am I not allowed to stand by the window in my own apartment and watch the world go by?
He steps forward. Closer and closer until I feel uncomfortable with how close he's getting. I try not to let it show on my face but I think he knows because he stops. “Fancy a walk along the beach tonight?”
No. I don't want to walk along the beach. I don't want to think about the promise of watching our children play in the sand. The promises I don’t know if I can keep anymore. “No, I'm okay.”
“Julia—”
I try not to roll my eyes. I'm fully aware of the fact that I haven't left out apartment since I came home from the hospital six weeks ago. And I'm fully aware that all I do is stand at the window and watch the world go by. Honestly, I'm not crazy. I don't need the shrink Wayne thinks I should see. I'm quite happy and content to be at home. What's more, I'm safe.
“Don't roll your eyes at me, Julia. I'm worried.”
“I was attacked by some freak,” I remind him and he flinches. “How do I know it's not going to happen again?” He flinches again.
I seemed totally alright with it when we had this conversation before. I mean, when he told me I wasn't safe and I was fine. I keep telling myself that I've more chance of being hit by a bus than being attacked again but still... I can't seem to shift the feeling like I'm being watched all the time and I try to pull myself away from the window, really I do, but I just want to know who is watching me.
“How about...” The warm touch of his hand on my shoulder makes my insides shudder. Wayne's eyes darken but he pretends not to have noticed. “I give Ashleigh a call and we'll go around for coffee.”
I look at him. “Am I really that bad that you'll resort to asking Ashleigh for help?”
His weak
Whoever has written the article is claiming Mimi's replacement is her twin sister. “But she said she'd sell her soul to the devil himself before she'd let this happen.” What is she still doing here?
“Babe, I've got to go.” Wayne looks at the mess still on the floor and guilt plays with his expression.
“Go, I'm fine.” He hesitates. “Honestly, babe. I'll take it easy. I swear. I'll just clear this up, have some toast and then have a long soak in the bath.” I precariously step over the mess and broken glass.
“Promise me that's all you'll do.” Hadn't I just done that? “Precious, I don't want to leave you alone all day.”
I know what he means. It's the first time I'll be on my own all day but it's got to happen someday, right? “I'll call you if I need anything.”
Butterflies wake up in my tummy as he nods, leans forward and kisses my cheek. “I'll check on you first chance. Lock the door behind me.” I follow him to the door, close it, turn the key in the lock and for extra measure bolt it too. I walk to the window and watch the car drive away. It's a rental because ours is still with the forensic team. And after what happened to me the last time I was in it, I don't ever want it back. Shudder.
I check the windows are locked. That's it. I know I'm secure in our apartment, but ... It's the fact that I'm alone that unnerves me. So I'll just stay here for a little while, by the window where I can see who comes and who goes from the little complex where we live.
Chapter Eight
I blink, shake myself out of the blank place my mind has been and turn to Wayne. He's hovering at the threshold of our bedroom door and rubbing a towel into his damp sun streaked hair. He's wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and staring at me. I think he's waiting for something. “Um, sorry, what?”
“You're by the window again,” he says.
“And your point is?” What is he? The window police? Am I not allowed to stand by the window in my own apartment and watch the world go by?
He steps forward. Closer and closer until I feel uncomfortable with how close he's getting. I try not to let it show on my face but I think he knows because he stops. “Fancy a walk along the beach tonight?”
No. I don't want to walk along the beach. I don't want to think about the promise of watching our children play in the sand. The promises I don’t know if I can keep anymore. “No, I'm okay.”
“Julia—”
I try not to roll my eyes. I'm fully aware of the fact that I haven't left out apartment since I came home from the hospital six weeks ago. And I'm fully aware that all I do is stand at the window and watch the world go by. Honestly, I'm not crazy. I don't need the shrink Wayne thinks I should see. I'm quite happy and content to be at home. What's more, I'm safe.
“Don't roll your eyes at me, Julia. I'm worried.”
“I was attacked by some freak,” I remind him and he flinches. “How do I know it's not going to happen again?” He flinches again.
I seemed totally alright with it when we had this conversation before. I mean, when he told me I wasn't safe and I was fine. I keep telling myself that I've more chance of being hit by a bus than being attacked again but still... I can't seem to shift the feeling like I'm being watched all the time and I try to pull myself away from the window, really I do, but I just want to know who is watching me.
“How about...” The warm touch of his hand on my shoulder makes my insides shudder. Wayne's eyes darken but he pretends not to have noticed. “I give Ashleigh a call and we'll go around for coffee.”
I look at him. “Am I really that bad that you'll resort to asking Ashleigh for help?”
His weak
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