Page 84 of This Stays Between Us
I turn, before I can rethink it, heading back the way I came. As I walk, I allow my hands to caress my abdomen.
“We’ll make this work, little one,” I mumble softly. “Somehow we’ll make it work.”
I’ll go back to the United States and be the mother to this baby that I never had. It’ll be hard, that much is certain, but I’ll have help. I’ll have Claire. Maybe I can even move, join her in Illinois.
For the first time since I’ve arrived in Jagged Rock, the future once again feels bearable, if not—dare I say—bright.
Until I hear one word that shakes me to my core.
“Stop.”
I recognize the voice immediately, and my spine stiffens.
And that one word, enough for a chill to race up my neck, is all it takes to snuff out any hope for the future.
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Claire
Now
The footsteps keep coming. Any second now someone will be outside the door, pulling it open to find me here with Ellery’s phone in my hands.
I shut my eyes tight, as if that will ward off the inevitable.
And I wait.
The seconds tick by and I crane my ears to hear, but the footsteps have stopped.
This is my chance. I need to get out. I scramble up, trying to be as quiet as possible and tiptoe rapidly to the door, Ellery’s phone still clenched in my hand.
This is a risk, I know. Someone could still be standing in the hallway. If I leave now, they’ll see me. But I have no choice.
I put my free hand on the door handle, ready to push. And then the door suddenly vibrates, accompanied by the short, rapid sound of a knock.
The shock of the sound propels me backward, and I manage to catch myself before stumbling over my feet.
“Claire?” Declan’s voice, so soft it’s nearly a whisper, filters through the door. “Are you in there?”
I breathe a deep sigh of relief and throw open the door.
“We need to go,” Declan says, “They’re about to come up.”
I obey wordlessly, letting him lead me quickly down the hall, closing the door behind me just as I hear another set of footsteps on the stairs.
Once we’re back in my room, I eagerly pull out Ellery’s phone, navigating once again to that mysterious string of messages.
“What is that?” Declan asks.
“Ellery,” I say offhand, barely aware of the words I’m stringing together as I open the message chain. “She was…”
I don’t finish the thought. Because I’m finally reading the message chain between Ellery and “P.” It’s entirely one-sided. All outgoing messages, no responses. The first one to catch my eye is the most recent, from yesterday.
I can’t believe we’re here without you. It doesn’t seem real.
I feel my forehead scrunch, my eyes narrow. I scroll upwards, skimming as I go.
We checked into the Inn today. So many memories.
