Page 95 of Embers in Our Souls
“So humble,” Malloy says under his breath as he checks the hoses. I can’t help the snort that comes out. No matter how many times I work with River, he always finds a way to entertain us.
“Not sure. For now, I’m set to film away from the station. But when I plan to do another one here, I’ll let you know.”
“Perfect. I think Lola needs her closeup next time.” His smile grows and it’s hard not to smile right along with him.
“You really are obsessed with that dog,” Clay says.
“Your niece is well-loved by all, Clay.” He points at his brother. “You should have more respect.” His glare is nothing but serious.
Clay puts his hands up in surrender. “You’re right. Sorry.”
I look over at Malloy, giving him a look of curiosity if this will get heated or not.
We go about our checklist, making sure the equipment is in working order.
“You know what? Now that I think about it, maybe I should be on Hunter’s next live.Captivating Clayhas a nice ring to it.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll have you both on my next video,” I cut in.
“Really?” They both look over at me, dumbfounded.
“Yeah. I think I’ll give you two a nickname together.” I look over at them, “Terrible Twossounds appropriate, wouldn’t you say?”
Malloy snorts as I hop out of the truck and begin inspecting the tires as I hear the brothers begin bickering once again.
The next morning, I grab my stuff, and get ready to leave, but tired is the last thing I am. When I look down at my phone, I see a message from Indy:
Indy
Good morning! What do you say to me skipping work and coming over?
I can’t help the smile that forms at the thought of seeing her.
I think my morning just got a lot brighter.
I race home and I take a quick shower. I know I have a few extra minutes as she’s going to drop Noah off at school.
I decide to walk outside, the warmth continuing on today. I’m sliding my shirt on, noticing Indiana’s car parked on the street. She’s talking to someone on the phone, her face turned down in a serious expression.
I keep moving toward her, excited to get her into my arms. You’d think I haven’t seen her in weeks.
The minute she steps out of the car, I see the ashen look on her face. It’s then I know something is irrevocably wrong.
I start to take my steps at a hurried pace. “Indy, baby, what’s wrong? Is it Noah?”
She shakes her head, still unable to form words.
I reach her and grab her face in my hands. “Indiana, tell me what happened.” She’s worrying me.
“I, um…” Her voice cuts off and her eyes well up with tears. She grabs on to my forearms for support. I’m about to press her for answers when she opens her mouth again and when she speaks, I’m thrown by what she says next.
“I found my biological parents.”
CHAPTER 46
Indiana
12 HOURS EARLIER
