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it on the other side of the fire.” We stretch out a rug to cover the high traffic area of the creaky, hardwood flooring. Glinda and I get busy putting the sheets we looted on the bed.
“There’s enough space for a Christmas tree!” Glinda exclaims.
Reece shakes his head. “Christmas was a few weeks ago.”
I balk at this news. “Was it really?”
“I believe so.”
“We should do Christmas anyhow. I’ll make plans,” Glinda decides. I look away from her.
My stuff is still in Rudy’s room, and I’m conveniently waiting for a time when he won’t be there to go get it. I let Reece and Glinda know I’ll be back and set out to do this last errand. Then I can surely avoid anyone I want, whenever I want.
Opening Rudy’s door, I turn on a light and start putting my things in a box. That’s when I find it. A folded piece of paper catches my attention like a beacon. I pull it out, sit cross-legged on the floor and stare at the piece of paper for a long minute before opening it.
Sunshine,
I can’t say a lot in this note in case someone else finds it. I hope you find it. I know what you went through, and I know you didn’t leave. I talked to Rudy when I got back, but I had to leave. Just know my reasons are good. I’m doing this against the Coalition’s wishes, and if they find out I’m not here, I can’t come back, ever. I hope you can forgive me for everything I kept from you.
Love,
Mac
“Way to be cryptic, Mac.” I mutter and reread it about ten times. I don’t know who I’m pissed off at more. Rudy for not telling me he talked to Mac, or Mac for putting me in this situation where I have to keep a secret from everyone. Reece can’t ask Dalton about Mac because Dalton doesn’t know he’s gone. This will come back to bite me in the ass.
I toss the note in the box and pick up the laptop to boot it up. While waiting for the start up, I set the painted canvas on the bed after freeing it of dust.
Looking at the laptop, I don’t think it’ll start, but eventually the operating system logo pops up. Thank the computer gods. I freeze when the desktop screen flashes in my face as a picture rolls down from the slow start up. Little memos pop up all over the two faces on the desktop picture. Malachi and me. This picture was at a barbeque a week before our fateful trip to the carnival. The sun was in my eyes, so I had been squinting and smiling at the camera. Malachi looked at me in a sideways glance with a slight smile, but his eyes were lit up in that way.
My stomach dips as this reminds me of another set of eyes that look at me in the exact same way.
“I love it when you smile like that.” I startle and turn to see Rudy over my shoulder. How long has he been standing there?
Leaning against the doorframe, he flinches when he sees me close the laptop and put it in the box.
“You’re still angry, so you’re leaving.” He says it like a fact and not a question.
I shake my head, “Just moving rooms.”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, he continues to watch me.
“Do you know where Mac might be?” I ask.
He levels his gaze at me before glancing up and down the hall, closing the door. “No. He was here, but kept it under wraps. He needed to do something, but he’ll be back. I just don’t know when.” All of this comes out of him with wariness so thick I’m almost sorry I asked. Almost.
I nod. “He left a cryptic note.”
Rudy’s hazel eyes study me. “What are you doing for the space?” The change of subject doesn’t surprise me.
“Looting when Guido needs it. Making rounds. Stuff like that.”
“Let me carry your box.”
“Thanks, but I got it.” His large hand grabs my wrist to stop me. He takes off my sunglasses and meets my gaze.
“We make a good team, Kan.” He has managed to momentarily stun me. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as his thumb glides across my wrist. “I keep thinking about the day I picked you up piggy back. When we were running from
“There’s enough space for a Christmas tree!” Glinda exclaims.
Reece shakes his head. “Christmas was a few weeks ago.”
I balk at this news. “Was it really?”
“I believe so.”
“We should do Christmas anyhow. I’ll make plans,” Glinda decides. I look away from her.
My stuff is still in Rudy’s room, and I’m conveniently waiting for a time when he won’t be there to go get it. I let Reece and Glinda know I’ll be back and set out to do this last errand. Then I can surely avoid anyone I want, whenever I want.
Opening Rudy’s door, I turn on a light and start putting my things in a box. That’s when I find it. A folded piece of paper catches my attention like a beacon. I pull it out, sit cross-legged on the floor and stare at the piece of paper for a long minute before opening it.
Sunshine,
I can’t say a lot in this note in case someone else finds it. I hope you find it. I know what you went through, and I know you didn’t leave. I talked to Rudy when I got back, but I had to leave. Just know my reasons are good. I’m doing this against the Coalition’s wishes, and if they find out I’m not here, I can’t come back, ever. I hope you can forgive me for everything I kept from you.
Love,
Mac
“Way to be cryptic, Mac.” I mutter and reread it about ten times. I don’t know who I’m pissed off at more. Rudy for not telling me he talked to Mac, or Mac for putting me in this situation where I have to keep a secret from everyone. Reece can’t ask Dalton about Mac because Dalton doesn’t know he’s gone. This will come back to bite me in the ass.
I toss the note in the box and pick up the laptop to boot it up. While waiting for the start up, I set the painted canvas on the bed after freeing it of dust.
Looking at the laptop, I don’t think it’ll start, but eventually the operating system logo pops up. Thank the computer gods. I freeze when the desktop screen flashes in my face as a picture rolls down from the slow start up. Little memos pop up all over the two faces on the desktop picture. Malachi and me. This picture was at a barbeque a week before our fateful trip to the carnival. The sun was in my eyes, so I had been squinting and smiling at the camera. Malachi looked at me in a sideways glance with a slight smile, but his eyes were lit up in that way.
My stomach dips as this reminds me of another set of eyes that look at me in the exact same way.
“I love it when you smile like that.” I startle and turn to see Rudy over my shoulder. How long has he been standing there?
Leaning against the doorframe, he flinches when he sees me close the laptop and put it in the box.
“You’re still angry, so you’re leaving.” He says it like a fact and not a question.
I shake my head, “Just moving rooms.”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, he continues to watch me.
“Do you know where Mac might be?” I ask.
He levels his gaze at me before glancing up and down the hall, closing the door. “No. He was here, but kept it under wraps. He needed to do something, but he’ll be back. I just don’t know when.” All of this comes out of him with wariness so thick I’m almost sorry I asked. Almost.
I nod. “He left a cryptic note.”
Rudy’s hazel eyes study me. “What are you doing for the space?” The change of subject doesn’t surprise me.
“Looting when Guido needs it. Making rounds. Stuff like that.”
“Let me carry your box.”
“Thanks, but I got it.” His large hand grabs my wrist to stop me. He takes off my sunglasses and meets my gaze.
“We make a good team, Kan.” He has managed to momentarily stun me. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as his thumb glides across my wrist. “I keep thinking about the day I picked you up piggy back. When we were running from
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