Anything to bask in oblivion. Anything to stall the inevitable.
Slowly, the sun swam low in the sky. The brightness, now a dull one, the sun was setting.
It was time to go home.
“Shit it’s almost 6,” she suddenly gasped at her wristwatch. We were still at the book café.
“He- he comes home by 6. I- I have to be there before he comes. I- I just have to.”
“Relax, Sarah. You could stay over at-”
“No. That’d mean Damien knowing. I can’t risk that. I- I have to go.”
The panic in her voice was thick. It hurt to see her this way. But I had to respect her decisions.
“Alright, Sarah. If you need anything, I’m here.”
She nodded. But before she scurried out she muttered. “Shit, I forgot his card,” her eyes scanned the table frantically. “Most likely when I went to use the restroom. It could be on your vanity. Yes, definitely the vanity dresser.”
“Calm down Sarah,” I interrupted her anxiousness. “We could go home to get it then-”
“No. I have to be home now. Just call Damien. He should be home already. Let him check the vanity. Everywhere.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Choosing not to think about why her card was out of her purse, I called Damien.
He picked up on the first ring.
“Renee,” his deep voice resonated through my body. Pushing past the temporary daze, I replied.
“Are you home?”
“Yes. Where are you?” his voice deepened an octave.
“Out with Sarah. Could you search the vanity in my room for umm…Sarah’s black card?”
He grunted slightly. “Okay.”
Light shuffling reached my ears, before heavy footsteps and the sound of a door...
His hands seemed to scurry around a bit before he replied. “No.”
“Thank you,” I breathed before ending the call.
I shook my head at her.
“Maybe I didn’t come here with it,” she blinked.
Maybe. She had paid the bookseller with cash. So, most likely, the assault was messing with her.
“Sarah. Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I will be.”
With a tight-lipped smile, she scurried out. Leaving me to my thoughts for just a few moments.
Before I decided to see Sierra and break the news to her.