Page 142 of Endgame
Had I been someone to Everett, I would’ve had a tracker in my rings. On my collar.
He would’ve been here, chasing down his wife.
Headlights would shine along the driveway. The intercom would’ve buzzed as he demanded entrance.
But Winston’s right.
I’m a no one.
A no one whose scalp is on fire.
Winston hauls me the last few feet and throws me onto the porch.
I land on the stairs, hard. So hard that I go tumbling down the stairs and to the driveway.
“You’ve caused a lot of trouble, Aurora.” Winston points his finger at me while I scramble to stand up. “Way I see it, you aren’t my daughter anymore.”
I never was.
“Unfortunately, to the outside world, you always will be.” He’s out of breath, hands on his hips. “I hope you’re happy to have fucked us over. Ungrateful brat. Unless you’re ready to discuss a divorce, stay out of here.”
My cheek throbs where he hit me, heat blooming beneath the skin. My ass still stings from being tossed like a useless piece of trash.
“Fuck you,” I spit out, then literally spit on his driveway.
“No, fuck you.”
I shake my head and walk off, dragging the last scraps of my pride behind me.
He’s right about another thing, I realize, on my way out of this place I used to call home.
The girl in the photo and I, we aren’t that different. But not becausewe’re nothing.
As it seems, both of us swam in shark-infested waters. We both meant something to both men.
What happened to her?
I don’t know.
Can’t even think straight when my heart hurts so bad.
I let Winston get to me, let him crack my resolve.
Where’s the biggest, worst monster when I need him?
My monster?
Nowhere.
I’m alone. Painfully alone.
Outside the mansion, the street is empty. There’s no sign of his Mercedes. His large silhouette isn’t here.
I could run off to another city. Another state. It would take them weeks, if not months, to track me down.
Except…there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Even if Everett doesn’t care, I’m still going back to him.
