Page 239 of Broken Daddy
“She’s a-amazing!” Devi wailed.
Rohan grinned down at her. “You gonna stop crying anytime soon?”
“I d-don’t think s-so.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. But, I want a beer, a shower, and a decent meal. Not necessarily in that order.”
She wiped her hands over her eyes. “All right. We rented hotel rooms in Denver. So we’ll head there if that’s okay.”
“Denver? Hmm. I was thinking I’d stay here.”
“Where?” she asked in alarm. She stepped back, looking up at him. “What are you thinking of doing?”
Rohan’s face darkened. “Nothing for you to worry about, little sister.”
“Oh no! Don’t you do that to me. I know what you’re thinking. You’re planning to go after Freddy, aren’t you?”
It was growing dark by now and she shivered as a cold wind went through her. Hayes drew her into his body. Rohan studied them for a moment before he gave a satisfied nod.
“Glad you found a good man, Dee-Dee.”
“Nope. Don’t change the subject. What are you planning on doing?”
“Well, I’m not going to talk about it here. We need to go somewhere private.”
“All right, we’ll go to Denver,” she said.
“I was thinking of somewhere else.”
Devi wrinkledher nose as she stood and stared at the trailer.
“You’re not planning on staying here, are you?”
“No, I would be happy to never see this place again. I don’t know what was in the old man’s will. But you should sell this dump. Ferris might want to buy it.”
Ferris was the trailer park manager. They paid rent for the land to put their trailer on. Although she hadn’t paid that since she’d left so it would run out soon.
“There’s something in here that I want. Come on.”
What the heck could he want from in here?
“Uh, Rohan, it wasn’t left in a good condition,” she said. To her shock, though, when they walked in everything was tidy. There was no mess. It smelled a bit, but that was more from damp and mould.
“Oh.”
“Kent had someone come in and clean the place,” Hayes explained. “They threw out anything that was destroyed and left everything else.”
“Wow. That was so kind of him.”
“Some of my worst memories are from this trailer,” Rohan said. “Almost wish I could burn it. That would feel symbolic.”
“Probably not the best idea,” she said.
“What was it you wanted from here?” Hayes asked. “Devi is getting tired. And she needs to eat dinner.”
“I’m not tired,” she said as she yawned. “But we are meant to go to the Tavern one night for dinner to celebrate. We thought you wouldn’t want to go tonight.”
“Good call.” Rohan disappeared into the room he’d used when he lived here. When he returned, he held an old, yellowed piece of paper.
