Page 125 of Retribution

He looks at me like a deer in headlights and it forms a sickening feeling in my gut.

“What the fuck is going on?” I grit through my teeth.

Harrison cracks his knuckles and takes a seat. I stand above him, staring him down.

“Harry, you better start giving me answers before I cut out your good for nothing tongue!” I can’t contain my rage any longer, he knows something that I don’t about my own wife.

“Reed, sit down.” He speaks calmly and rubs his hands over his knees.

Lola focuses on Harry as I sit next to him, waiting expectantly.

“She’s been getting these notes, or cards I should say,” he begins.

I clench my fists and unclench them, trying to contain myself.

“She got the first one on the day of your wedding.”

“What kind of notes, Harry? What did they say?” I bite, wishing he would just spit it out.

“I’ve got photos of them.” He pulls up his phone and I look through them.

A ‘With Deepest Sympathy’ card and inside it says, ‘You’ve just made a huge mistake’.

A ‘So sorry for your loss’ card and ‘You don’t belong with them’ inside of it.

A ‘Sending my Condolences’ card and ‘How does it feel to become Mrs. Breckenridge II’ inside of it.

I’m almost tempted to launch his phone at the nearest wall with the fury pulsing through my blood right now. I flick through the images, trying to make sense of it, reading the cursive writing over and over.

“I’m assuming you’ve already tested the envelopes for any DNA traces?” I say.

“Whoever it is, isn’t stupid enough to leave any traces. They’re not posted, they’re hand delivered, which is the most alarming part.”

“Where have they been found?” I question with worry.

“Your wedding, your home and the studio.”

I lean my head back and look up at the blinding hospital lights, becoming desensitized to it the longer I stare at it.

“I have a feeling I know exactly who it is.” I spit.

We’re pulled away from our conversation by the doctor, “She’s awake, you can see her now, I’ll be through shortly to discuss the test results.”

The relief and concern battle each other internally with the news.

I rush to her room and see her through the window, her head is down whilst she picks at her fingernails absentmindedly.

Lola and Harry have decided to stay in the waiting area so we don’t overwhelm her.

I gently push open the door and she lifts her head, her shoulders sagging with relief.

“Reed.” She cries out as I rush over to her, wrapping her weak body in my arms.

I kiss her head over and over, my heart aching from the sight of her in a hospital gown, the irony laughing at me.

“You gave us a real scare,” I whisper to her as she sobs into my shirt.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” I continue.

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