Page 9 of Look for Me

She wondered if it was to give her a chance to say goodbye once and for all?

That couldn’t possibly happen.

She could not see Martin again. By showing up at her workplace, he had already caused a lot of problems for her.

Everyone there knew her as Dinah Miller, not Corinne Anderson. It had all happened before she became a Christian. However, after she accepted Jesus, she still needed the money to pay rent and could not tell her employer the whole truth.

Besides, Dinah Miller was her legal name now, thanks to WITSEC.

Corinne blinked away bitter tears. “Lord Jesus, why do I have so many problems?”

And then this pregnancy…

Why is my life so messed up?

She stared at the saltwater around her feet. The ocean was loud, the wind was picking up.

How easy it would be to walk into the ocean and never return to shore!

Yet, Dahlia needed her. There was no way Wanda, with her arthritis and a host of other aging problems, would be able to raise a child not her own.

Corinne backed away from the ocean, walked back across the sand and over the boardwalk. She found a public faucet, washed her feet there, and wiped them dry with a small hand towel she carried with her in her shopping tote.

Then she crossed the two-way street and found the small beach road between a row of houses.

Four more blocks and she’d be home.

Home?

This is not home. It’s only a temporary hiding place.

The sidewalk was empty and quiet.

Too quiet.

Where were all the tourists and residents?

The condominiums, beach, and ocean were all behind her now. She was heading toward a residential area, where Wanda lived.

Her feet kept walking, but she regretted now that she hadn’t let Hardin drive her home. Couldn’t she have walked on the beach another day?

Every now and then a vehicle passed by her. She felt safer already. Then she heard a car slow down.

“You okay?”

Corinne closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

I knew it.

She turned toward the voice. Two men in a car. “Hi Slam, Slime.”

They weren’t twins, but they were certainly brothers in arms. They had worked for Flavian for many years.

“We’re changing our nicknames.” Slime laughed from the passenger side. “You need a ride home?”

“How did you find me?” Corinne stood rooted at the sidewalk.

Slime glanced at Slam, as if wondering whether to say anything.

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