Page 47 of Our Cracked Pieces
“I thought you were leaving?”
I looked up, and this time, even with the light in the living room, Rowan’s face wasn’t giving anything away. She was simply asking a question.
“I was.”
She arched a brow. “So, what’s stopping you?”
I stared into those blue eyes I’ve wanted to get lost inside for months and told her truth. “The fact that, once I walk out that door, I’m never coming back.” Something flashed in her eyes, and for the first time in my life, I was at the mercy of a woman who wasn’t my mother or sister. “Rowan, tell me what’s going on. Tell me what’s wrong, baby.Please.”
Gage had accused me of being a ruthless bastard, but I had nothing on the woman standing in front of me. “The only thing wrong is that you’re still here, Lorcan.” I watched as she walked towards the door, opening it for me.
I nodded in acceptance and defeat. If Rowan hadn’t already accused me of the things she has, I would have stayed and fought harder, but I couldn’t do that. My hands were tied. I had to respect her wishes and leave.
I stood up straight and took a deep breath. Turning to leave, I couldn’t leave without showing her what this was doing to me. I set my temper free, grabbing the lamp sitting on a small table near the door, and threw it across the room before walking out of the door, not looking back.
Forcing myself down the stairs of Rowan’s apartment building, I didn’t stop until I was safely in my car. But instead of heading home, I headed down to CI’s headquarters, with the hope that I could work this feeling away.
With the exception of the night guards, I knew I’d be the only one in the building, but that was a good thing. I wasn’t fit for company. I didn’t trust myself not to just lose my shit on another human being.
Once I got to my office, I powered up my computer and it wasn’t like there wasn’t a million things to keep my occupied, because there was. Besides, I was used to working around the clock.
An hour later, my phone chimed, and my stomach dropped with the hope that it was Rowan.
It wasn’t.
Lacey:N town. Miss u
Lacey Michaelson was a stewardess who I met a couple of years ago, and she always hit me up whenever she was in town. I stared at the text, and the angry side of me wanted to accept her offer, but the side that still had hope knew better.
Me:It’s been fun, Lace, but it’s time to lose my number
I deleted her number, then spent the next fifteen minutes deleting numbers I no longer needed.
Chapter 33
Rowan~
“So, Rowan, why don’t you tell me why you’re here.”
“I’ve been lying to everyone this entire time,” I babbled.
Dr. Takara Willis inclined her understandingly. “About what, specifically?”
It’s been two days since Lorcan walked out of my apartment, and the sinking feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again has been eating me up inside. The sinking feeling thatIwas never going to be the same again, specifically.
So, Sunday evening, I had called Dr. Willis, and had left her a voice message, telling her I needed to speak with her. While I had left counseling behind years ago, Dr. Willis was actually Grayson’s therapist. He found her when he had moved to Chicago, and while he didn’t need counseling like he used to, he checked in with her every six months. He said it was his way of making sure nothing ever got away from him again.
Lucky for me, I was on vacation this week, because she had called me back early this morning, informing me she had a cancellation, and could fit me in.
“I…I imagine you already know what happened to me when I was eighteen, right?” She nodded. “I mean, it’s my fault Grayson needed counseling to begin with.”
Looking at her, I knew her shrewd brown eyes could see everything. With dark brown ringlets framing her face, dark brown eyes, and a deep mocha complexion, Dr. Willis looked like coziness. She reminded me of warmth, and I imagined it was a great comfort to her patients. But those warm brown eyes were also sharp and assessing.
“Are you here to discuss Grayson?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No. I’m here because…I feel really lost for the first time since the incident, and…and I guess, I figured you might be able to help since you already know the details.”
“So, tell me, what has changed recently to create this sense of misplacement.”
