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ME: Maybe. Did he mention where they went?

LEXY: Nope but that’s Eric for ya!

I don’t say anything more. No point really. I guess I will have my answer when I see him again.

Chapter Forty-four

Caleb

“ThatyouHenry?”Nannacalls out.

“No nanna it’s me, Caleb.” I say closing the front door. The smell of her famous apple pie hits my nostrils. Smells like home.

“I hope you saved me a slice?” I say walking over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “How was my number one girl?”

“Number one girl my eye. I thought I was replaced by hazel eyes?” she asks.

“Hazel eyes? Who’s that?”

A confused look etches across her face.

“Do you know I don’t quite remember,” she says rubbing her head with her hand. “This old memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Maybe it was Suzie,” she says after contemplation.

“Suzie has blue eyes nanna and there’s not a girl on this planet that could ever replace you. You’ll always be my number one.”

“Must have been in a dream then,” she lightly laughs.

“Pity though. I do like girls with hazel eyes,” I tell her with a coy wink. One hazel eyed girl in particular comes to mind.

“Oh hush, enough of that nonsense. You sound just like your grandpa. Where is he by the way? Have you seen him today? I swear you would need a map to find that man sometimes. Always off fixing this or that.”

I quickly divert her attention, “Where’s Suzie?”

“She’s around here somewhere. Fussing around me as always.”

I slip off my jacket setting it over a chair.

“Now come here and let me look at you.”

She places her soft warm hand to my cheek when I kneel down in front of her chair caressing it softly.

“Did you have a good school trip?”

I didn’t want to confuse her yesterday so I told her I was going away on a school trip rather than her knowing I was away with Saint.

“It was good yeah.”

“Goodness gracious what happened to your hands? Tell me you weren’t fighting with those boys in your class again, Caleb?” she scolds looking at my split knuckles.

“It’s nothing nanna just fell in school is all.” I lie.

“You boys can be so rough with your playtime. Let me get you a band aid.”

She stands from her chair then walks into the bathroom opening and closing cabinet doors in search of the first aid kit.

I flex my jaw. Yes, I was rough when I broke his face with my hand. Rough when I put my gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

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