“Yes, I swear to you, we’re good. And you will be too.” She continued a clearly rehearsed speech. “And we’re all going to miss you, but we’re glad you’re moving on. It’s a shame we’ll be so far away.”
“Layla—”
“Don’t get upset, honey. I’m sure you’ll make new friends wherever you land. You’re a tough girl. You’ll be on your feet in no time.”
“I can’t do this,” I cried into the line. “I c-c-can’t.”
“No choice, sweetie, you’re growing up, and you have school to finish and this great big life to live. We’ll all be on the sidelines, cheering you on. I’m so glad you left this shit town and are never coming back.”
“I can visit.” The question lingered as harsh whispers were exchanged in the background, but I couldn’t decipher them.
“No reason to, baby… My boys are leaving me today, and I don’t know how long they’ll be gone.”
They’re leaving, and they’ll be untraceable wherever they land. A thousand-pound weight sinks in my stomach.
“And I hope you know, you’re better off there,” it was a warning, and she’d delivered it with the gentleness of a mother’s love. “There’s nothing good going to come out of you coming back here. You don’t want to end up a dried-up old lady working at the plant, anyway. And we only want the best for you.”
“Layla—”
“I gotta run, but I just wanted you to know that I’ll miss you.”
When the line disconnected, I screamed at the loss. Neither Sean nor Tobias wanted to speak to me.
It was all over.
My future had been decided, my ties cut, they didn’t want me to come back. I had no choice in the matter, no say. And I’d lived that reality before.
Thoroughly unhinged, I shattered over and over again at the finality of it all. It was never going to end well, but that parting had ripped some of my humanity away from me.
I moved to Triple Falls a teenager, wanting nothing more than to challenge myself, to give in to my wild side, and create some stories to tell.
By the time I stood in my new apartment in Athens that night, I was a woman who’d been unearthed by deception, lies, lust, and love, whose essence was shrouded by life-changing secrets, full of stories I could never share and never, ever tell. In keeping me safe, in architecting my future, they’d left me to wither and rot with those secrets.
Between the painstaking lengths my boys went to and the first-class ticket my father bought out of hell, all I wanted to do is go back and let the flames consume me. But in protecting me, in all the trouble my presence caused, all they asked in return is for my absence and to keep their secrets.
And I did.
Baptized by fire, I wore my mask until I grew into it, I kept our secrets, following their orders to the letter while trying to resume some semblance of a life.
And eventually, I did that too.
I far exceeded my own expectations, but time has been nothing but a noose, giving me the rope an inch at a time. And now that I’m here, I refuse to continue the charade. It’s far too much to ask. And so, I’ll demand answers and seek them in full from the man who owes me the explanation.
And I’m not leaving without one.
It’s my last promise to myself as I drive down the lone road leading to the forgotten house.
An eerie feeling washes over me, and I expect nothing less as I gaze on at the grand estate from the gate as freezing rain begins to pelt the hood and windshield of my Audi. The house is far more intimidating underneath the grey sky. But I know a majority of my contempt is due to the history that lives within the walls.
Pulling up, I swallow hard and step out. Leaving my bag in my car, I grab the envelope from my purse that the management company sent me years ago along with the new key, security instructions and a schedule for those in charge of maintaining the late Roman Horner’s estate. I palm the heavy key in my hand as I walk up the steps and turn back toward the driveway. Though the wind whips heavily around me while the stinging rain infuses the cold into my bones, I’m graced with a glimpse of my past, an image of a golden man waiting at the hood of his Nova, boots and