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following her? Her mother told
me that she was always there watching over her. I shake my head. Marie could
barely walk. How in the fuck would she have been able to follow her around in
another state?
    “Fuck,” I growl. “The shit just keeps coming, right
when I think I have it figured out, just when I think she is going to be okay,
someone new throws something in the mix.” I run a hand through my hair.
    “How does she know him?” Holly questions. “Neither
one of them explained that part.”
    “What did he say when you answered the door?” Right
now, I don’t care how he knows her. I care why in the fuck he showed up here,
pissing her off.
    “He just asked to talk to Sam.” She gives an
apologetic shrug. “I thought that maybe he was a neighbor coming to give his
condolences.”
    “Well there is obviously something there. They must
have been friends once.”
    “I don’t think they are friends anymore,” she
whispers.
    I turn around and head to Angel’s room. “Angel.” I
walk in and she is all over her room. She’s throwing some stuff in a trash bag and
other things are tossed into a box on the floor. She’s wrapping picture frames
in shirts before putting them into yet another box.
    “What Slade?” she asks without even turning in my
direction.
    “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about what just
happened?”
    “No,” she replies flatly.
    I sigh and she spins around to face me, balling her
fist at her sides. “I want out of this town. I want out of this house. I just
want to get all this stuff packed up and head home as soon as possible.”
    I can see the tears in her eyes. I feel so
helpless. I want to protect her from everything, but I can’t as long as people
keep showing up and hurting her. I walk up to her and pull her into a hug. Her
body goes slack against mine and she wraps her arms around my stomach. “I know,
Angel.” I lean down and kiss her head. “What do you need me to do?”
    “I have labeled the boxes that I want to be
donated. Do you think you could go and drop them off?” she says into my shirt.
    “Of course.”
    She pulls away from me and her green eyes look up
into mine. “I just want to go home,” she whispers.
    I can’t help but smile. She wants to get back to our home in St. Louis. That makes a thought pop in my head. We haven’t really had
time to speak about what happened in front of everyone yesterday.
    “Angel.” I reach up and cup her face in my hands.
“I’m so sorry about yesterday.” She already has enough going on, I don’t want
her to have to worry about or doubt the feelings that I have for her. “I was
going to let you tell them, whenever you were ready.”
    “It’s okay, baby. I understand.” She pulls her head
out of my hands and gets back to work.
    I find Micah back in the kitchen. “Is that like a never-ending
cookie jar? Every time I see you, you have your hand in there,” I tease.
    “There are several bags in the pantry, so I just
keep filling it up.” He looks down and grins. “I like it.”
    I guess he is talking about the cookie jar.
    “You can have it,” Angel says entering the kitchen.
    I turn around as Micah looks up. “Oh, no.” Micah’s
face drops as he shakes his head.
    “Really.” She flashes him a smile. “You can have
the cookie jar.” She shifts her attention over to me before he can protest
anymore. “Where are Courtney and Josh?”
    “They stayed at Courtney’s last night,” Micah
answers while shoving cookies in his mouth.
    “Where are Mom and Dad?” I haven’t seen them yet
this morning. They had stayed here last night in the spare room.
    “They went to go grab lunch,” Holly states as she
bounces into the kitchen. “You’re going to get sick from eating all of those
cookies.” She laughs, smacking Micah on the arm.
    “It will be worth it,” he agrees through a mouthful,
knowing she is telling the truth.
    “Micah, will you help me load these boxes? I’m
going to haul them off while Angel