Page 93 of No Need to Run
Then to the hooded figure I swear I saw last night.
I grab my phone and go outside.
Leaning over the railing, I inhale deeply, breathing in the warm air. Birds are chirping. The sun is warm on my face. A gentle breeze lifts my hair.
But I’m too distracted to appreciate it.
Maybe I know exactly how to stop thinking about both of them.
I go inside, grab my keys, and leave Sebastian’s house, my steps lighter.
My phone is already against my ear as I head to my car.
Yes. This is what I need to do.
I pull into the driveway,then put my car in park, my eyes scanning over the property.
I’m just looking.
That’s all.
My grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel. It feels like I was always going to end up here.
I blow out a breath, studying the house.
It looks different in daylight. Less mysterious. More like a home.
It’s not perfect, but it works for me.
The grass needs cut. The shutters need fixing.
It’ll occupy my time.
And it’ll finally be something that’s mine.
Not my ex-wife’s, who now owns our house.
Not Sebastian’s.
Mine.
Hopefully I don’t kill every plant in the yard.
I get out of the car and stretch my legs, checking out the neighborhood.
It’s nice.
Peaceful.
The front door opens before I even reach it.
Jared steps out, offering a quick smile. “Glad you came back.”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding once. “Wanted to take another look before I make a decision.”
“Of course. Come on in.”
We walk through the house again.
