While I’m grateful for having the liberty to dress whichever way I like the idea that we have people with us makes me nervous.
“I will.”
“Good.”
He smiles and leaves a kiss on my hair.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. I need to make a few calls.”
He checks his watch.
“We’ll leave in twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be ready,” I say, pushing up onto my toes to kiss his lips.
Smiling, he winks at me and pivots to the kitchen.
I stare at his broad back before focusing on my suitcase. Everything’s in. I only need a few clothes, my laptop, my tablet, my shoes, and my toiletries.
I wear wool pants, a button-down dress shirt, and a soft sweater.
That will do.
The tension in my chest is a reminder of all the unresolved things traveling with me.
If we leave now and return next week, I’ll be tossing and turning every night, thinking about what I might have missed by not reading those letters.
His voice rings outside as he talks on the phone, and it only takes me seconds to make up my mind.
I crunch down and look under the bed. The box is there. My eyes fly to the door before I pull it out from under the bed.
Suddenly, the house is quiet, and I feel his stare on me.
He’s no longer on the phone.
“What’s that?” he asks from the doorway.
I turn to stone, spinning thoughts.
Shit.
At the last moment, I stifle my reaction and don’t push the box back. That would be incriminating.
Instead, I straighten, with the box in my hand, a winning idea in my head.
“Do you think we can stop by my mother’s house? I need to leave this with her. It’s the money, and I don’t want to leave it here. She might put it to good use.”
A soft smile flashes through his eyes.
He seems proud of me, and I love that feeling.
Under no circumstances do I want to let him down, although I’m playing with things I shouldn’t be playing.
“Sure,” he says. “But we need to leave now.”
ELIZABETH
I callmy mother a few times before getting to her place. She’s not answering. David is still on the phone, hopefully not aware of my struggles.