Kept telling myself, even as I found myself headed toward her house.
I hadn’t been able to stop coming here.
Had lied to myself and said that I was doing so to keep up pretenses.
I had her car parked in front of her house and had moved it occasionally so that, at least for a little while, her neighbors wouldn’t realize she was gone.
Eventually, I’d have my place put up for sale and spout the same bullshit about going off to start a new life that I had used on Carol.
All of these were things my men could handle with ease, yet I still felt compelled to come back here every single day.
I didn’t allow myself to think about why, just as I didn’t try to pretend that I wouldn’t come.
What little sleep I got was contingent on seeing this place, remembering her.
I was just torturing myself and would have to stop eventually, but not yet.
I parked, and as had become my custom, I grabbed her mail, then went inside.
Made it a point to turn on the lights, move around, give the place a feeling of life.
I did that tonight, flipping on lights as I flipped through her mail.
Stopped dead in my tracks when I came across one envelope.
“City Women’s Health,” I read, as I turned over the envelope and ripped it open.
Some part of me realized Amethyst wouldn’t appreciate me going through her mail, but that was barely a thought as I read the letter.
Then read it again.
Test results that were HCG positive, along with a helpful letter.
Ms. James,
As per our conversation, the enclosed test results confirm that you are pregnant.
Pregnant.
I read the letter again.
The words didn’t change.
I’d just had a conversation with Elias, had just told myself I would let this go.
But no more.
Elias had reminded me of the things that were important.
Business.
But even more, family.
I read the letter again, then neatly folded it and returned it to its envelope, my resolve growing stronger with each second that passed.
A truth that I’d tried to ignore was becoming completely clear and impossible to deny.
Amethyst was mine.
All I had to do was find her.