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When they're gone, I sit down at the table. I feel that I could trust them, but Michael's offering is tempting. Shit, I'd turn myself in for that. Instantly, pictures of my mom floating in the ocean invade my mind with such force I have to close my eyes to push them away.

“Against my better judgment, I'll stay, for now. But I'm going on high alert.” Grabbing my laptop, I go online to order micro tail cameras for the hall. I should have already had them up, but I've gotten lazy sitting here researching Michael online.

Michael at the podium saying, “Melanie, we won't stop until we find you,” floods my mind.

Message received; I need to do better when I'm here. An image of Cameron standing next to his dad tonight is the next to pop in. His devastated face, saggy skin, and hollow eyes. My heart breaks.

“You've hurt enough people. I will find out what I need to take you down,” I announce to myself. “But for now, I need to pack a bug out bag. Just in case.”

Chapter 20

Melanie

I take my time getting ready, making sure my wig's hair looks as realistic as I can get it. I do subtle makeup so I don't stand out. The lavender dress fits like it was made for me. It's perfect, it's not flashy, doesn't sparkle, just a plain dress which is what I've always liked. My hands shake so badly I can barely fasten the zipper. I tell myself I'm being ridiculous. But all this effort will allow me to get a glimpse of Cameron. Just one and I'll leave. I know who will be there tonight; I'm fully aware of what I'm risking. But deep down, I'm secretly hoping he'll somehow recognize me, take me in his arms, and whisk me away from this hell. Rolling my eyes at myself in the mirror, I know that's just a fairy tale. There are no happy endings when Michael's involved.

“Remember girl, sometimes it's the princesses who are the ones in armor wielding the sword.” I force myself to smile at my reflection. “It's going to be okay.”

“Mew,” Moses jumps on the bathroom counter and chimes in his agreement.

Giving him a hug, I leave the apartment wearing my oversized coat and mask. Even in a gown and run-able heels, I have to be cautious. My eyes flash to the small unnoticeable camera I placed in the corner of the hallway. I'm venturing out into deep water tonight; I've got to be on my toes, ready for anything.

Arriving at the event, I circle the crowded lot twice before finding a spot far from the entrance. Perfect, incase I need to make a quick escape, I won't be blocked in by other cars. I pause with my hand on the door. Am I really about to do this? Risk not only my safety but all the others just to see Cameron? I sit for a moment, thinking about my decision.

“One look, that's it,” I tell myself. “As soon as I see him, I leave. Immediately.”

I leave my coat in the car, knowing I wouldn't be able to wait for the coat check if things went badly. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, and I'm fighting to keep the nausea under control. Nothing says “don't look at me” like a woman in a lavender dress throwing up in the parking lot. I keep telling myself Michael hates crowds, that he won't be here, but the nagging voice in my head whispers that he never misses a chance to show off his wealth and power, and everyone who's anyone will be here tonight.

Scanning my digital ticket, I survey the situation, there are people, loads of people. Which is okay; I knew it would be like this. Lots of people just make it easier to blend in. Keeping my head down, I make my way to the ballroom doors. I sidestep clusters of people waiting at the bar in the foyer and slide around a group of older men chatting about the weather. Reaching the doors, I see the ballroom is already half full. The lights are down, allowing the DJ's light show to be the main attraction. Music fills the room at such a level people have to lean close to talk.All of which works in my favor. I move along the right-hand side, opposite from where the staff enters, giving me a clear view of Cameron when he arrives. Sliding up to the bar, I position myself behind a large man waiting for his drink. The perfect shield.

“Happy New Year's doll, what can I get you?” the bartender asks in a loud voice while he catches my eye.

Shouting back, “I'd love a Brew Brother's chocolate stout. But I suppose you don't have that, do you?”

“A very limited supply, but,” he looks me over appreciatively, “for you, absolutely.”

“Thank you. It's my favorite. Could you add two of those orange slices and two cherries, please?” I have to lean in close to be heard over the music. His eyes drop to my cleavage. Fantastic.

“Two orange slices and two cherries? Sure, you got it. I'll have to try it that way. Maybe you could stay after and teach me what other combinations you like.” He steps back, keeping his eyes on me while he pours my drink.

I lay money on the bar, take my drink, and walk away without responding. Focus, Mel. Blend in. One slip-up and it's over. My senses shift to high alert as I slide behind a large group I don't recognize. Perfect vantage point to keep an eye on the whole room. Don't move, I silently will them. Instead, more people join the group. I'm not familiar with any of them, thankfully. When did so many new people move to town?

It's been over a month. How can it be? Where did the time go? The realization hits me like a physical blow, and I grab the nearest empty chair for support. Had our November wedding happened, Cameron and I would have already celebrated our one-month anniversary and our first Christmas. But no, instead this has been anything but good - constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at shadows. Mainly, missing Cameron so much it physically hurts. I still drive through town sometimes,always in disguise, just to feel close to my old life. I guess when you're running scared, time moves either at an accelerated rate or barely passes by. In my case, it flew by faster than an Air Force jet.

I keep scanning the faces in the growing crowd. A few are vaguely familiar, but none are people I worry would recognize me. Where is he? Just one glimpse, that's all I need. Just to see him safe, even if it breaks my heart all over again.

Cameron

Getting ready for the big New Year's party has been the best distraction I could have asked for. I've gone from pathetically sad Cameron to workaholic Cameron. I throw myself into every detail, desperate to keep my mind occupied. The last week, the staff and I had endless to-do lists that I chose to lose myself in. I moved tables and chairs until my muscles ached, helped the chef prep until my hands were raw, hung decorations until my neck cramped. I've learned that physical exhaustion is better than thinking.

The morning of the event, I realize I've been so caught up in work that I forgot to order my tux. I'll have to make do with my blue suit.

Melanie loved me in my blue suit. It almost always guaranteed a round of naughty boss time.

The thought ambushes me as I'm adjusting my tie. Funny how memories attack when you least expect them. I force every thought of Mel from my mind - her smile, her laugh, the way she used to straighten my collar while whispering what she'd like me to do to her. Closing my eyes, I force myself to stop the thoughts.I have to keep the faith, but I don't need to do it with a swollen dick.

Profit-wise, I see the benefit of tonight's event. Only damn, I hate these town-wide celebrations. There's always someone who wants to talk my ear off. Someone with a complaint and some drunk throwing up in a potted plant. Lovely.

Arriving at the party, I check in with the department managers and get the status of things. Since all is well and running smoothly, I decide I desperately need a drink. I push through the growing crowd to the bar. Sneaking in behind, Joe catches my eye.

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