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And they haven’t turned up.
Was this only a trick?
I push my wet hair out of my eyes with a shaky hand.
When my phone vibrates in the pocket of my jeans, I panic. I rush to drag it out.
Is it Nicole and Craig? Were they held up for some reason? Are they almost here?
Have they turned up yet? Why r they so late?
My face falls.
It’s just another worried text from Robyn. I can imagine her curled up in the lounge with her phone on her knee. I bet that she has been there snuggled with a book for the last two hours, sending me increasingly nervous texts.
She’s not great at hiding things from D’Angelo or my brother. She ate the last blueberry muffin yesterday, and it only took a raised eyebrow from D’Angelo, before she was rambling out a confession.
D’Angelo should be a cop, although I don’t know how many cops dance in cages in BDSM clubs or have photographs of them being fucked while wearing tutus.
Maybe more than you’d think.
I read through Robyn’s last messages. My expression tightens.
R they there?
This could be a trap
Security r just up the road. U r safe
What if this was set up by whoever was behind the article? They could be taking photos of u right now
I scan the horizon.
Nothing.
I can hear the engines of an occasional car along the road. Someone could be using a long lens to take photographs of me standing like an idiot out here on the beach.
Do the press want to print something about me being stood up by the Webbs? Is this another way to mind fuck me before the next game?
Is it another manipulative tactic by the Penguins? By Wilder?
I clutch the phone tighter.
I won’t let it work.
I hiss out a breath, spinning in a circle and scanning the empty beach. My eyes hurt because I have been searching so hard for my parents to walk out of the hazy mist like I’m in some type of crappy Hallmark movie.
Has Robyn told D’Angelo where I am by now?
I shove the phone back into my pocket.
I’m not wiping tears out of my eyes. It’s only the stinging rain, right?
Why did I think Nicole and Craig — I refuse to think of them as Mum and Dad — would turn up?
Why did I let myself have hope?
The phone vibrates again, and another text comes through from Robyn.
