Page 23 of Torn
I open it to see him standing there with a big bouquet of pink roses. Taking it form him I lift up to kiss him. "Pink instead of red huh? Changing it up." I smile at him, but his look of confusion stops me.
“What do you mean red?” He walks in shutting the door behind him.
“I mean the red rose you’ve been leaving on my car every day.” I shake my head at him and walk into the other room to grab a vase.
When I come back in Storm looks like something is wrong. "Angel come here." I walk over, and he pulls me down to sit next to him on the couch. "What are you talking about with the roses?"
I look at him in confusion. “Every day since the first night we met someone has left a red rose under my wiper for me.” I pause and study his face. “Oh God, were they not from you?”
“No, has there been anything else?”
“There was a note today.” I’m instantly nauseous as I think about what the note said. I run for my purse and grab my phone to call Pat. He answers after the first ring. “I think he found me.”
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "I was just about to call you." The tone of his voice hits me, and I know this is bad. "They don't know where he is or how long he's been gone." My legs give out from underneath me, Storm catches me at the last second.
This can’t be happening.
