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face. “He’s alive?” Dobbs begins laughing. “Oh my God, it’s a miracle.”
Not the response I’d anticipated. “Dobbs, he lied to us. We mourned him. Together. He allowed us to think he was dead.”
“But he’s not! He’s alive and breathing and…nothing else matters but that, Miss Joanna. Nothing.”
I remain silent.
“I-I want to see him,” Dobbs continues. He turns his back on me to walk away. “I-I have to see him. He’s with Miss Helms?” he calls from his bedroom.
My legs are suddenly made of rubber. “Yep,” I call back.
Why the hell is my stomach churning? Because he’s leaving too. And he may not know it yet, but I do. He’s never coming back. Justin will welcome him with open arms and Dobbs will never leave them again. I’ve lost him too. Goddamn you, Justin. Godddamn you to hell. I slink away to my apartment without another word. I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I open my mouth again.
Thank Christ there’s no one in the penthouse when I enter. The boxes rest against the couch Jem and I picked out together. Our first act as an official couple. My stomach churns again, and I have to look away. If I take too many detours down Memory Lane I’ll break down. Just get this done, Jo, and get the hell out of here.
I collect a few boxes and start on the living room. Neither of us is that sentimental, so I don’t have tons of photos or knick knacks around. All I take are the photos of my cousins, uncle, and aunt before moving to the DVD collection. Fuck. When I come across the copy of Excalibur I snap the disk in two. I never should have invited him inside that night. I should have followed my first instinct and let him drive off. Fuck you, hindsight.
With the kitchen and living room, I barely fill two boxes. The Moonlight room fills three. All the files, the computer equipment, the maps, I take it all. Jem doesn’t get to profit from his crimes. I did fine on my own before. Guardian lives on as a solo act. Captain Moonlight is a lone wolf from now on.
The exercise room gets raided too, especially the secret compartment filled with our toys. Guns, MACE, batons, handcuffs, everything a superhero needs to fight crime. I take all the stuff I brought from the Justice lair, about half the arsenal. I have no immediate plans to use any of it but may need it in the future. And I never want to set foot in this apartment again.
The bedroom takes the longest. I have so many damn clothes. Isolde, my personal shopper, insists I don a new outfit at every public appearance. That’s ending for sure. I am so going to become the recluse I’ve always wanted to be. No need to maintain the pristine Pendergast legacy through charity and business events. I actually run out of boxes and have to throw my designer duds into black trash bags. Isolde would faint if she saw me do this to my Chanel suits. Sorry, CoCo.
I’m stuffing the last of my underwear into the bag when the front door shuts in the other room. I stand stone still like a burglar about to get caught by the home’s owner. Goddamn it. Five minutes. I just needed five more minutes. You couldn’t give me that?
“Jo-Joanna?” Jem calls.
He steps into our- his bedroom a few seconds later, dressed in his work clothes, black slacks, white buttoned up shirt, and black silk tie. He went to work. Life implodes and he goes to work. A small part of me expected, okay wanted him to burst into my hotel room or meeting demanding to see me. Begging for a chance to explain himself. To fight for me. I’ll bet he called Justin on the elevator ride down then went straight to the airport. Came here, caught a few Zzzs, then was on time to his lab where he cured Ebola. Like it was just another day. Asshole.
“Good day at the office, dear?” I ask snidely.
“Wh-What are you doing?” he asks.
“Some great detective you are.”
“You’re moving out?”
“That is what happens when people who co-habitate break up. It was your place first, so…” I tie
Not the response I’d anticipated. “Dobbs, he lied to us. We mourned him. Together. He allowed us to think he was dead.”
“But he’s not! He’s alive and breathing and…nothing else matters but that, Miss Joanna. Nothing.”
I remain silent.
“I-I want to see him,” Dobbs continues. He turns his back on me to walk away. “I-I have to see him. He’s with Miss Helms?” he calls from his bedroom.
My legs are suddenly made of rubber. “Yep,” I call back.
Why the hell is my stomach churning? Because he’s leaving too. And he may not know it yet, but I do. He’s never coming back. Justin will welcome him with open arms and Dobbs will never leave them again. I’ve lost him too. Goddamn you, Justin. Godddamn you to hell. I slink away to my apartment without another word. I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I open my mouth again.
Thank Christ there’s no one in the penthouse when I enter. The boxes rest against the couch Jem and I picked out together. Our first act as an official couple. My stomach churns again, and I have to look away. If I take too many detours down Memory Lane I’ll break down. Just get this done, Jo, and get the hell out of here.
I collect a few boxes and start on the living room. Neither of us is that sentimental, so I don’t have tons of photos or knick knacks around. All I take are the photos of my cousins, uncle, and aunt before moving to the DVD collection. Fuck. When I come across the copy of Excalibur I snap the disk in two. I never should have invited him inside that night. I should have followed my first instinct and let him drive off. Fuck you, hindsight.
With the kitchen and living room, I barely fill two boxes. The Moonlight room fills three. All the files, the computer equipment, the maps, I take it all. Jem doesn’t get to profit from his crimes. I did fine on my own before. Guardian lives on as a solo act. Captain Moonlight is a lone wolf from now on.
The exercise room gets raided too, especially the secret compartment filled with our toys. Guns, MACE, batons, handcuffs, everything a superhero needs to fight crime. I take all the stuff I brought from the Justice lair, about half the arsenal. I have no immediate plans to use any of it but may need it in the future. And I never want to set foot in this apartment again.
The bedroom takes the longest. I have so many damn clothes. Isolde, my personal shopper, insists I don a new outfit at every public appearance. That’s ending for sure. I am so going to become the recluse I’ve always wanted to be. No need to maintain the pristine Pendergast legacy through charity and business events. I actually run out of boxes and have to throw my designer duds into black trash bags. Isolde would faint if she saw me do this to my Chanel suits. Sorry, CoCo.
I’m stuffing the last of my underwear into the bag when the front door shuts in the other room. I stand stone still like a burglar about to get caught by the home’s owner. Goddamn it. Five minutes. I just needed five more minutes. You couldn’t give me that?
“Jo-Joanna?” Jem calls.
He steps into our- his bedroom a few seconds later, dressed in his work clothes, black slacks, white buttoned up shirt, and black silk tie. He went to work. Life implodes and he goes to work. A small part of me expected, okay wanted him to burst into my hotel room or meeting demanding to see me. Begging for a chance to explain himself. To fight for me. I’ll bet he called Justin on the elevator ride down then went straight to the airport. Came here, caught a few Zzzs, then was on time to his lab where he cured Ebola. Like it was just another day. Asshole.
“Good day at the office, dear?” I ask snidely.
“Wh-What are you doing?” he asks.
“Some great detective you are.”
“You’re moving out?”
“That is what happens when people who co-habitate break up. It was your place first, so…” I tie
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