Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
But perhaps the only thing worse than being stuck here for a week with Scott was being all alone in this house now. I wanted to go back to Evan’s where I’d felt safe.
If my mother’s dementia had taught me anything, it’s that life is too damn short. Even if all I could ever accomplish with Evan was to reclaim our friendship, I’d take it over nothing. And even if I couldn’t be there for Effie in the long term, I could be there for her today, for now, for as long as I was here in Dry River.
Who the hell was I kidding? She had been there for me, providing the best kind of distraction when I needed one most. I didn’t want my entire time here to be about depressing storage-unit cleanouts and a mother who couldn’t remember me. Effie would remember me. What if I could make memories with that adorable little girl and become a friend to her, even if I had to eventually maintain our connection from afar?
The thought of spending the rest of my time here alone in this house became more unimaginable by the minute. I picked up the phone and called the property management company.
“Hi. This is Chloe Cavanaugh. I need to cancel my stay at the house on Bounty Road in Dry River. I know I just moved in here, but there’s a laundry list of problems, and it’s not suitable for occupancy.”
I spent the next few minutes detailing all the things wrong with the house, and thankfully I was able to get them to let me out of the lease I’d signed only yesterday. In the end, that was probably easier for them than having to address all of my complaints and get everything fixed right away.
Since it was the middle of the workday, I figured I would wait until tonight to go back to Evan’s. I didn’t want to return to the house without him being there, since technically I no longer lived there. So I decided to stop by the storage unit first and make another dent in the smaller items.
After I’d filled three garbage bags, I took a break and opened one of my old diaries, which had become my way of rewarding myself for hard work.
Evan and I had breakfast together again this morning. He hasn’t visited Carmen’s grave since he came back from Germany. I told him I’d go with him, but he said he’d prefer to go alone. He also told me some stories from his time overseas. I don’t know what to do about my attraction to him. What had seemed like a crush when I was twelve feels so much more intense. There’s this new pressure because I feel like I might actually have a shot now. Or maybe that’s all in my head. The other thing I found unnerving was that over dinner last night, Fawn asked Evan to join her and some friends at a bar. He told her he was tired, but it feels like only a matter of time before he says yes. All I can do is look forward to our breakfasts together. They might only last an hour, but they’re my favorite time of every day.
The angst I’d felt back then rose to the surface as if it were happening in present time. I closed the diary and resumed working until I’d had enough for today.
It was early evening, and I figured Evan and Effie would be back home by now. I had to think about how I was going to frame my decision to return. My explanation would be a bit different depending on whether Effie was within earshot or not. Would Effie run to the door when she saw me back so soon? Or would she be suspicious of my wishy-washy behavior?
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I pulled up at Evan’s. I used my code to enter, and that was my first mistake. Because it wasn’t Evan and Effie who greeted me when I entered the kitchen. It was Evan and Naomi.
Chapter 16
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CHLOE
“Shit.” My stomach dropped. “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d be alone with Effie.”
“What is she doing back here?” Naomi asked Evan as if I wasn’t right in front of her.
“I can…come back,” I said, turning toward the door.
“No, Chloe. It’s okay,” Evan called after me.
I shook my head. “I should’ve knocked.”
Naomi glared at me. “We’re in the middle of a private conversation.”
“I’ll come back,” I said again, leaving before either of them could say anything else.
“Chloe!” I heard from behind me as I stepped outside.
Effie came running toward me from the small yard behind the house.
“Hey!” I smiled, relieved to see her welcoming face.
She caught her breath. “You came back!”
“I did.” I knelt. “I missed you. What are you up to?”