About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,73

slept very little. Even when it was my turn to sleep, I had been unable to because I was worried about Creed. Last night’s events came back to me and my chest felt heavy again.

Opening my eyes, I saw Chet, looking as bad as I felt, standing over me. I had fallen asleep in the chair and it had been my turn to stay awake and watch Griff. Sitting up, I looked around. “Oh no, I’m sorry!” I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

“Sailor,” he said again in a serious tone. I looked at him closer then and saw dark circles under his eyes.

“Is he okay?” I asked, then jumped out of my chair to head to Griff’s bedroom. The door was closed. I had left it open.

“Sailor,” Chet said again. “Griff is fine.”

I sagged in relief and turned back to him with a tired smile. “Oh. Whew. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on my watch. What time is it?” I asked him, realizing it had to be late since the sun was bright outside.

“I need you to sit down,” Chet said then and a tiny bubble of fear began to grow inside my chest.

“Why? What’s wrong? You said he was okay,” I reminded him, not understanding why Chet looked so damn upset.

“Please, sit,” he said the words too gently then.

I did as he requested because I needed an answer. My panic was rising by the second.

“The police just left,” he said.

“Why?” I asked slowly. Had they arrested Creed? Griff hadn’t pressed any charges.

Chet ran a hand over his face and I saw unshed tears in his eyes.

“Chet, tell me what is wrong, now,” I demanded.

He took a deep breath and walked over to me then bent down in front of me and took both my hands. “They found Creed’s Jeep,” he began, but as understanding started dawning on me, I shook my head and stood up pushing him back.

“No, they didn’t,” I said and walked over to the fireplace, needing some space to breathe. It felt small in here suddenly. Not large enough for two people. The walls felt as if they were closing in on me.

“It was in the marsh, Sailor. Deep.”

“NOOOO!!!” I screamed then and bent over, not wanting him to finish. I could not listen to this. I refused to. It was a nightmare and I needed to wake up. I was exhausted and when I didn’t get enough sleep, I had terrible dreams.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jerked away from it. “They can’t find the body,” he said then and I stood up gasping for air.

“He’s okay then. He got out,” I said, wanting to cry from relief. Why hadn’t he told me that first?

“They think he tried…but he was very drunk. The last person to see him was Dalm and he said he thought Creed was staying the night at their place. They didn’t know he had left until the cops arrived there looking for him three hours ago.”

“He got out,” I repeated, hating Chet for saying otherwise. Creed was not in that Jeep. He was alive.

“They’ve checked all the hospitals and hotels nearby, they’ve even called his mother and she’s checked his house. There would have been no way for him to get that far anyway. There weren’t even hotels near where he drove into the water and it was after two this morning when it happened.”

I refused to stand here and listen to this. “They didn’t find a body. He will show up today. He’s alive.” I moved past Chet to get my coat and my purse. I was leaving. I’d go find him myself.

“Sailor, where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going to find Creed,” I stated the obvious.

“The marsh is deep where he went in but his Jeep didn’t sink all the way because the back wheels were stuck in the mud. He was drunk, and if he managed to get out, he sank. A part of his shirt was torn and stuck to the doorframe.”

I held up my hands. “STOP TALKING!” I yelled. I needed him to stop telling me all the ways Creed couldn’t have survived.

The door to Griff’s room opened. “What’s going on?” he asked in a gruff whisper then winced from the sound.

“Nothing. I am leaving,” I said and spun around to open the door and get out of this apartment.

“Sailor, you don’t have a car, and even if you did, you are in no state to drive,” Chet said walking toward me.

“I can call