Page 133 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
I frown at my phone and try again and get the same result. Maybe her phone is dead. She always forgets to charge it.
I leave a message.
“Hey, sunshine. I hope you got home okay last night. Sorry shit got crazy.” I scrub a hand through my hair, hating what I need to tell her. “It got worse, but I’ll give you all the details when I see you.”
After getting a few snacks, I pull into a parking spot and feed Lily. I left my uncle’s house quickly, and I don’t know what she ate this morning. She gobbles down some chicken nuggets. I change her diaper and get her settled in her car seat before I hit the road again.
I keep checking my phone for texts or calls from Sienna, but they never come. By the time I pull into Charming, I’m getting anxious.
What if she got into an accident last night? We never spoke after she left. Those allergy pills and beers knocked me out, but I should’ve forced myself to stay awake until I reached her to make sure she got home okay.
Christ, did she really take an Uber all the way to Charming? What if he was a terrible driver?
I’m a nervous wreck by the time I turn down our street.
I park behind a moving van. Two burly men are carrying furniture out of Sienna’s place. What the hell?
I yank open my door. “Hey! What are you doing?”
They just keep hauling shit out of the house like I’m not there. I get Lily out of the backseat and am about to freak out on the movers when Olly jogs across the street.
“You going somewhere without me, darling?” he asks.
“No. Here.” I hand him my daughter.
I find a guy with the clipboard. “That’s my house. Why are you taking shit out of it?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “According to this manifest”—he taps on the paper in front of him—“I’m only taking ‘shit’ that belongs to Miss Elizabeth.”
For a second, I’m so confused that I just stand there like an asshole.
Then it hits me. Elizabeth. As in Elizabeth Escalante. Sienna’s alter ego. I mean, I guess Sienna is the alter ego. Fuck, I don’t know.
“Why are you moving her stuff?” I ask as they haul out her vanity.
When he doesn’t say anything, I call Sienna, but it goes into voicemail again. Goddamn it. “She’s not answering.”
The mover rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone.
“I got a clinger here who doesn’t know when he’s been blocked.” He looks me over like I’m a pest. “Is someone going to come down and deal with this?” Whatever the person on the other line says, it seems to surprise Clipboard Guy.
When he hangs up, he smirks. “Mr. Melvin will be here shortly. And you’re on his shit list, so good luck with that.”
I stand there, not really seeing anyone after that. Just a blur of bodies in and out of the house.
“You okay, man?” Olly asks.
“No, I’m really not.” I can’t stop hearing Clipboard Guy’s words. She blocked me?
The movers close up the van and drive off down the street.
Did I think I felt betrayed by my family last night? It doesn’t come close to what I’m feeling right now.
“I think... I think Sienna just left me.”
