I was frustrated and left to get away from them. You know, I just don’t have the energy for gossip and everything. But sure enough, as I was walking by the health center guess who comes out?
Her white hair was the first thing I saw as I ran up the church steps. She was out at the cemetery to the left of the building. I turned and made my way back down the steps and out to where she was wandering around. The relief at seeing her made my eyes fill up with more tears. My heart was still racing, and I doubted that would slow down quickly.Grandmamma, I called out, not wanting to startle her.
She paused and looked up at me, her eyes full of the confusion I so often saw there. She didn’t respond but continued to watch me.Grandmamma, what are you doing? I asked, careful not to scold her for leaving the house because the doctors said she wouldn’t understand when she did something wrong or remember it next time.I think . . . , she began, then trailed off and let her gaze scan the graves around her like she wasn’t sure what she thought.
Did you get lost? I asked trying to sound casual and not frantic.She turned back to me and nodded.
Well, good news is I’m here to take you home. Mom will be here in just a minute and she’ll give us a ride. Then I can make you some breakfast. Don’t you want something to eat? You’ve got to be starving.
I heard Bryony call, Momma, from behind me and I let out another sigh to try and calm myself before turning to her and Brady. I owed him a big thank-you for helping. It wasn’t expected.He approached me, shaking his head as if I didn’t get it. "You asked me to make cuts, and I did. Now you're making cuts behind my back . . ." He snatched my drink from the counter and pounded away the remaining contents. "All for that f**king bonus," he said, slamming the glass down so that the ice cubes rattled.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, taken aback. "That's not the way it is—"His eyes blazed. "I let you sleep in my bed. I let you talk me into trusting you. You said you wanted to keep things professional between us, but here you've been f**king with me this whole time."
Oh god, that’s what he thinks? I could hear it simmering beneath the surface, in his voice and in his words—the tension between us that had been building over the past couple of days as we’d gotten closer.He grabbed my arm, firmly enough to be intimidating. "Tell me, what was going through your head when you made the cut, huh? Did you trick the pyrotech too?"