Page 69 of When It Rains He Pours

“That sound, what was it for?”

Frowning, she shrugged her shoulder. “I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't make a sound.”

“Yes you did, you made that sound you always make when you have something else you want to say.”

“Glory, that's not true.” Clasping her hands together, she folded them in her lap and put on her innocent face. “I just think you should focus on getting better so you can come home and not focus on some guy who obviously isn't worried enough about you to be here.”

And there it is.

“Mom—”

Cutting me off, she held up her hand. “I'm just saying, that's all. You can do whatever you want, you're a grown woman.”

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?” she asked, defensively furrowing her brows as if she didn't know what the hell I meant.

She knew, but she liked to play stupid sometimes when you caught her in the middle of one of her tricks. My mother was trying to manipulate me. Maybe she was just being protective, that motherly love shining down because no one would ever be good enough for her daughter. Or maybe she was trying to save me from getting hurt, the fear of watching her daughter get her heart broken.

My mother's heart had been torn to pieces since my father died, I couldn't blame her for wanting to protect me from that pain.

“I knew you had more to say.”

“Glory, you have to look at it from my point of view. I haven't had my daughter for a long time, I tried to give you space, I let you do what you needed to so you could find some sort of peace. But I won't do that again, I can't. I lost your father and the thought of losing you too is too much to bear. If this guy cared, he'd be here, just like I'm here.”

Shutting my eyes, I laid my head back. “He does care about me, he ran into a burning building to save me.” Picking up my head, I stared at my mother. “Something isn't right, I can feel it.”

Fixing the edge of the blanket, my mother tucked it under my thighs. “Right now you need to work on getting better, you can't worry about him. You'll be out of here soon, then you can figure out what's going on with that guy.” Leaning in, she kissed the top of my head. “Just promise me that you won't let it stress you out, can you do that for me? Please?”

“Alright, I won't.”

Smiling, she gripped my hand and squeezed it hard. “Thank you. Now get some rest, I'll come back this afternoon. If you need anything just give me a call.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks, Mom.”

My mother's lips folded into a thin smile as she stood up and pulled her purse up her arm. “You have no idea how happy I am that you're alright, Glory. It's something you'll never understand until you have a child of your own.” Closing the door behind her, I was left in this uncomfortable silence.

I wanted to stop thinking about Liam, but I couldn't. I wanted to think that he had just gotten busy with work stuff and I'd hear from him at any moment.

But deep down I knew it was something else.

After everything we had been through, there was no way in hell he would just leave me like this.

Where are you?

I need you. . .

Snuggling into the blankets, I peered out the big window beside the bed. My head was spinning with thoughts, horrible thoughts about what had happened to him.

When he left he had a gleam in his eye that screamed destruction.

He was going to find Jacob. . .

I just hoped Jacob hadn't found him first.

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