Page 100 of Loyal
“Maybe if I wait, it will set him off and I won’t have to go?” Farrah says hopefully.
I shake my head. “I don’t think it works that way, baby,” I tell her as I stand.
Side by side, the three of us walk to the door and step outside together.
“Good evening, Ms. Abrahams.” He looks at Loyal and nods before looking at Farrah. “Hi, Farrah. I’m here to make sure you feel safe while going with your dad, okay?” the cop says.
My eyes drop to his name tag, and I have to stop myself from laughing.
Young.
He sure as hell looks young, but if Loyal says he’s good. I’ll believe him.
“Okay…” Farrah says to him before turning toward me. “I’ll call you?”
“You better. Every night at least, and whenever you want. I’ll keep my phone on me, and if you have any issues, call Loyal,” I tell her, rubbing her arms.
“I will.” She nods.
“You got this,” Loyal tells her.
I give her a quick hug and watch her walk away.
“Farrah,” I call out when she’s halfway down the driveway. She stops and looks back at me. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come home, okay?”
She nods, giving me a weak smile before continuing on her way. Loyal wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.
“I fucking hate this,” I mutter.
“Me too,Mami.Me too, but she’s a good girl. Has her head on her shoulders. If she needs us, she will call,” he says as we watch Billy speed away.
“God, how stupid is he to take off like that in front of a cop?” I mutter.
“Some people just don’t learn.”
“What now?” I ask after a moment.
“Now, let’s head inside and distract ourselves. But first, my place or yours?”
“Yours. I don’t think I can be here without her.”
He nods. “Then let’s go.”
As we walk across the yard between his place and mine, I can’t help but be thankful for him. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know how I would be dealing with all of this. He’s my rock. Every time I think I can’t possibly love him anymore, he goes and proves me wrong. Like giving us tracking bracelets.
Because only he would think of something as ridiculous as that.
Opening my door, we head inside. I watch as she heads straight to the living room, falling onto the couch.
“I hate this,” she moans into the cushion.
“Hey, I get it. It’s hard for me too, which is saying something considering how well Farrah and I got along in the beginning.”
She turns toward me and holds out her hand. “Reassure me it’s going to be okay.”
I walk over to her, taking her hand in mine. When I sit down, I pull her into my arms and think of the best way to ease her fears. While I could say the words, I don’t think that will help. Not really.
“What if I showed you how the tracking app works?”
