Page 77 of Making Home with You
“You’re important to me,” I continue.“Really important.And I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”
Sarah’s smile widens as she slides higher, resting her forehead against mine.“I really love this sweet caring side of you,” she whispers.“The side that only I get to see,” she adds before kissing me.
I spend most of the night awake, fingers flying over the tiny keyboard on my phone as I make a note of everything that went down tonight.Sarah sleeps peacefully beside me, her breathing slow and even and I’m glad that she’s able to get some rest, that she isn’t as rattled by this whole incident as I am.
After I’d found the magazine clippings in my trash, I’d made copies and sent them to Detective Greenwood, explaining where and when I’d found them.I still hadn’t told him about the video, but he’d acknowledged the magazine pictures with Sarah’s face superimposed over them was something to be concerned about.
But I’d heard nothing from him since then.No updates on the investigation and no report on what had happened about the pictures.There’d been nothing else from Carla though and a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Detective Greenwood had gone to see her.Had spoken to her about what I’d found in my trash can and maybe scared her into stopping with all of this.
Clearly not after tonight’s incident.
The next morning after I drop Sarah at the train station, I head into work and immediately type up everything that happened to Sarah last night.I attach the word doc to an email and send it to Detective Greenwood.
I don’t expect a response but by the time I walk back to my desk with a cup of coffee, there’s an email from him in my inbox.
Thanks, this is concerning.Would Sarah be willing to talk to us?Make an official statement?
I swallow hard, hating the fact that she’s now getting caught up in all of this.Hitting reply, I type out a quick response.
Yes, I’m sure she would.
Detective Greenwood again responds immediately.
Great, I’ll be in touch.Let me know if anything else happens.To you or Sarah.
My mind immediately flicks back to the video I still have.Given everything that’s happened, especially after last night, I know I should tell him about it.At the very least, they could trace the sender, which would hopefully lead us back to Carla.
But I can’t bring myself do it.Not yet.Not when there’s a small chance I might be able to spare that part of Sarah.
Exhaling hard, I don’t reply to his email, instead filing it away in the folder I’ve created for all of this shit.Then I pull out the file containing last night’s duty officer report and flick my eyes over it to get up to speed.
Suddenly my phone chimes out with a text, my pulse immediately racing as I imagine it’s some new message from Carla.Maybe her gloating about last night.A wave of relief washes over me though when I see it’s from my brother.
Beck: so I had Joe, a guy Ryan & I used to work with in BPD run the records on your phone.Numbers a bust though – burner phone and no way to tie it back to her.Sorry.
I exhale in disappointment, even as I can’t help but be amused at my brother’s explanation of how he knows Joe.Clearly he’s forgotten I met the guy when we took down Erin’s ex.
Me: thanks for trying, Beck – appreciate it.
Beck: sorry I couldn’t be any more help.Hope things have been better.Talk soon.
I don’t bother to tell him about last night because really, what’s the point.There’s nothing Beck or anyone else can do at this point and I just have to hope that Detective Greenwood does his job.
Or that Carla fucks up and gives us a reason to prove all of this is her doing.
Before I leave work, I make a quick phone call before grabbing a few things from supply.I then head home to change and grab a change of clothes for Sarah before heading over to the train station to pick her up.Even though she’s technically staying with Erin and Ryan, she’s pretty much spent every night at my place since she came to Rockport.It’s almost assumed that’s what will happen now.She’s even kept my spare key and right now, I honestly have no intentions of asking for it back.
Because even though I’d never entertained the idea of this before, I actually love the thought of her being in my house.And once again, I’m surprised by how easy it’s all been, how much I love the idea of coming home to her every night and waking up beside her every morning.
There’s been no more talk of her moving to Boston either, which I’m not sure how to take, especially given how she feels about her job and this dickhead boss she has.Knowing how she feels about him though, only confirms what I’m about to do with her tonight.
I also don’t want her to think I’ve forgotten about him or her worries.The last thing I want is for her to feel like her problems aren’t important to me.
“Hey,” she says, as she hops into the passenger seat and leans over to give me a kiss.“You okay?”
I nod, smiling at her as I pull her in for another kiss.“Yep, you?”I ask.“How was your day?”
Sarah cocks her head as though she’s thinking about her reply, shaking a hand as if to sayso-so.
