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Get the APPLoving The Enemy Who Buried Me
Chapter 5 The Chair By The Window
nt in
moment I cleared the door. Weapon
house wa
qu
ross the room had killed it the moment they saw our headlights.
as not
layout came back to me the way things always came back to me when I needed them.
tood then that h
room c
allway to the left. Stair
pped. L
audible. Comin
mo
but I was already inside his reach and I had his weapon arm twisted beh
d. Tried to
ssed h
id. Low. Right a
d not
til something in his shoulder made a
ma
through gritted tee
s the se
pa
d the pres
ame out broken. "He wen
ta
he bedr
ow looked out
the evenings and I would stand in the doorway and think he
ow wha
other sound. I stepped over him and moved back into the front room just as Nicho
the man on the
n a
," I said. "
of the stairs and looked up and looked back
r
w
n
t up to
hen we came through. He got one shot off that punched through the wall between us and then Nicholas
he floor. Put a knee in h
my jacket po
h hands behind the man's back with the efficienc
ed up at
ou
Ye
an necessary. Like he was checking something my
her one,"
. He will be o
Pulled ou
call this i
hol
t of it. Anonymous tip. Break in at a private p
ked at
in and completely aware of what he w
ery protocol he walked past to stay in this with me. It was addin
e call,
out onto
ed to th
window exactly wher
someone sitting in it and watching the water
room and stood
nt I did
r lines across the surface. Lorenzo used to say the lake looked like it was thinking. I used to tell him that was a
d now what t
more than they sho
g the inner lining of the cushion. Along the seam
er
t the edges. Something that would pass
hed in
ers fou
r with a small piece of tape that h
lled
ck on m
t it in
Two words that had always sounded like safety an
ad
Heard him stop when he saw what I was holding. Heard
y spo
ded th
courage. I am sorry for that. I have been sorry for many thin
ll you about
to
hat li
w tig
pt re
kind of person who made everyone around him want to be better. He was
t about th
I told myself it was strategy. That I was managing a threat by keeping them close. The truth was simpler
g. He came to me first. Not to the Council. To me. Because he believed in g
me tha
ld not
three years. Not in a single night of the thousands of nights I have sat in t
ther. I staged it carefully. I buried the truth so complete
to the wreckage
in me that has never fully healed. Not crying. Just sitting.
. Giving you a home. Making someth
y three years and the answer is never clean. Maybe guilt. Maybe because you had her eyes. Maybe bec
that first moment and that is the
Every lesson. Every time I put my hand on your head and told
a father who
not
into whatever comes next with your eyes open. You deserve to know who you are and whe
sor
e sorry i
only thing I hav
ault behind the false panel on the east wall. Corvus's
care
ang
ied to make you and t
ove
ren
ed the
ds wer
folded letter in my hands and the lake visible through the window and the silenc
t th
d no
eat
olled. The wa
he tau
land. Every piece of it. The parents I could not remember clearly. The father who had taken them. The love t
nd on
did
d my lips
hed a
I hea
window. At the edge of the treel
t before the t
the window
oth
and the tree li
he specific flash of a t
. Pause.
nal p
here communicating
e were not the only ones who h
e the di
voice came ou
e. Looking out the win
do you thin
ted the shadows that were sli
aid. "Positioned a
us to find the letter
. "The moment we walk
orbed
ns," h
in my hand. Then at t
alk out the d
d at the
back
ke," he
ake,"
he looked at both of us. Looked at the
u have a pla
ady moving toward
half of on
her eyes
I was afraid
e to the wound that was still bleeding slowly through the ban
ut at the
between us and
letter agai
like breaking out of a lakehouse in the middle
ring something I c
s waiting for a signal that the letter had bee
to be waitin
nd on the w
close,"
ent th
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