Page 60 of Falling for a Killer

Fuck that. Ugh.

Alright, fine. I love you and I’m very irritated that they won’t let me see you, but I think I’m wearing them down. They have to let me in eventually, and if they don’t, I’ll figure out a way to repel in or something.

That shit better not have been true, love you,

Roo

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Wincing, I read it back and then convince myself to stuff it in an envelope and give it to Donna, anyway. She’s our best option for communication without it being screened by the prison. It feels juvenile and I know that, but at the same time, maybe we both need something silly to distract us from what’s coming.

I know I do.

Thirty:

The Plot

The place Violet picked out is even nicer than it looked in the photos, but it feels empty without Killian. I unpack his things and stock the kitchen, take a shower, and set up my laptop before truly letting myself take the place in.

It’s two stories with a big front porch, an oak tree in the backyard, and four bedrooms. The kitchen is twice the size of the one at the cabin and there are two separate living rooms, both with huge tvs and sectional couches. I’ll be comfortable here for sure, but I can’t shake the feeling that Violet only picked a place so large because she knew my entire family would soon be staying with me.

Good. We need all the support we can get right now.

I spend a good hour pacing the family room as I wait to hear from Donna. It’s only half past two and she’s not supposed to call until after three when her meeting with Killian is over, so my heart drops out of my ass when my phone rings a half hour early.

“Donna? What is it? Is he okay?” I demand. She never calls during meetings with him. “Say something!”

“It’s me, Roo. Everything is alright.” He chuckles lightly at the panic in my voice, surely because he’s just happy to hear I still care. “Did you have to curse my pillow? That was too far.”

What the hell is he talking about?

Oh, the letter.

Krystal.

Pouting, I mutter, “Yes, I did.”

“Fuck, I miss you. The jealousy was cute by the way, but I think deep down you know she was lying. I never once touched her without a condom, and I damn sure never proposed. I didn’teven really talk to her, let alone think about marrying her. I was bored and in the process of leaving a bullshit company to go freelance, and she was easy. I’m not proud of it.”

I did know, but even if I didn’t, I’d believe him now.

“I almost didn’t send it,“ I admit. “But I wasn’t kidding, I don’t want to talk about her. Are you okay? What’s going on in there?”

“I know, but I needed to say it anyway. I’m okay, love. I’ll tell you all about it in here, but you first. How are you doing? Has your sister come to stay with you so you’re not alone?”

“Not yet. I just got here yesterday, so I’m okay. She’s been calling ten times a day though, so have my parents. They’re all behind you, Killer. All of us are.”

Silence hangs in the air a moment before he breathes. “Thank you. I’m glad they’re there for you since I can’t be. How much water have you had today?”

I glance over at my still-full cup and blush. “Not enough. Are they feeding you okay?”

“Not really,” he admits. “Everything tastes like box, and sometimes they shove it in the cell so hard shit falls on the floor. They really don’t like me here, but I know this is temporary. I won’t be in solitary forever.”

Anger boils just under the surface, but I know that isn’t what he needs to hear right now. “You’re right, you won’t be. We’ll get you out.”

“Two minutes,” Donna cuts in. “Any longer and it’ll be suspicious.”

“Damnit,” he hisses. “And what about the media? They don’t let me see shit, but they’re leaving you alone, right? They don’t know about the cabin?”

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