“I knew I’d find you here.”“What are you doing here?” I staggered backwards as Mark walked toward me, his arm slightly outstretched. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not here to cause any trouble.”“That’s rich, coming from you.”“Ouch,” he placed his hand on his chest in mock surprise, like he was genuinely hurt by what I’d just said.“All you’ve done is try to fuck my family over in different ways than I can even imagine. So forgive me if it’s a little hard for me to believe that ‘you’re not here to cause any trouble’.”“Family?” He asked, making a face like the word tasted bitter in his mouth. “Well, where’s this family that you speak of? I don’t see Christian Walker here. What kind of a husband is he if he doesn’t even know where his wife has been for a whole week?”I flinched, like he had physically smacked me with his words. Pain seared in my chest. A gust of wind hit me, and I shivered, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me. Mark frowned. “You’re shaking, we should go inside.”He
CHRISTIANShe had gotten thin… way too thin. Even with a jacket on, it was evident. Her appetite had been non-existent after Sandra passed, and in the few days we’d been apart, I knew she wasn’t eating. She was suffering as much as me. When I arrived at the small cluster of cottages, I parked far enough away I wouldn’t alert her to my presence if she was, indeed, there. But what I saw made me wish I had come earlier. She was on the floor, and Mark… fucking Mark Thompson was landing kicks on her. I didn’t know how long she had been in that position for, but when I showed up, she wasn’t even screaming or anything. It looked like she had just accepted her fate and was just letting him do what he wanted. I saw red. I know it sounds cliche, but that was all I could see. I had tunnel vision and all I could think about was cracking Mark’s skull. I didn’t do that, of course. But I did give him a broken nose, and I wondered how far I would have gone if I didn’t hear Hazel start whimpering aga
When we arrived back at the rustic cottage from the hospital, it was exactly how I pictured it in my head from the description in her journal—now that I was actually paying attention to it. A well-worn sofa and chair were in front of a fireplace. To the left was a rudimentary kitchen with a table and two chairs. An open door led to a small bedroom, and beside it, a bathroom. That was the entire cottage. I sat Hazel on the sofa and turned to the fireplace. Soot and smoke from years of use had settled into the stone and brick, turning the entire mantle a dull gray. I added some logs and kindling, wanting a fire to warm up the cool interior.“The flue sticks.” Hazel kneeled beside me, reaching past me to tug on the duct. She winced, and tried to hide it from me.I struck a match, making sure the kindling caught, then stood, replacing the small screen. Bending down, I brought her to her feet, tugging her damp jacket off her shoulders, tossing it to the side. Wrapping my arms around her, I
HAZELI lifted my head, squinting in the silent darkness. We had been sitting, holding each other, needing the closeness. I didn’t know for how long, but enough for night to have descended. “I need to add some more logs,” Christian murmured. “The fire is going to die.”“I like it right here. I’m warm enough.” I said in a barely audible voice.He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my head. “We have to move eventually.” He frowned at my face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” This was probably the hundredth time he had asked in an hour.I nodded. “I am, the painkillers helped and I barely feel anything.” Christian nodded hesitantly, almost like he didn’t believe me. I kept waiting for him to ask the question I knew he should be dying to ask— the big elephant in the room. ‘What was Mark doing here?’ But he never did. And I didn’t know if I should be happy or worried. Why wasn’t he asking? He seemed worried and jumpy about something too, and maybe I should’ve asked, but I selfishly didn’t. If he wa
Christian set down his plate on the old coffee table, while keeping his gaze on me. The firelight danced in front of me and over her face, the flames casting a red glow around my head. I pulled my legs to my chest and rested my chin on them as I stared into space. I hadn’t eaten much this past couple of weeks, but I managed to finish my toast. Christian polished off all the eggs and ate both my apples. He said we’d replace them, and more, in the morning. He kept staring at me, and I knew he was dying to ask all the questions on his mind, whatever they were.“What would you like to do, Hazel?” he asked.I turned my face toward him. “Hmmm?”He ran his knuckles down my cheek, tenderly. “Tomorrow. The next day. The one after. Tell me what you’re thinking.”“I don’t know.” I whispered softly. It was the truth. I didn’t know what I wanted to do anymore.“How long did you want to stay here? Or do you want to go home?” He paused, with a pained look on his face. He suddenly looked breathless an
CHRISTIANI shook Brad’s hand and walked across the beach. Hazel was sitting on the sand, a sketchbook on her knees, pencil in hand, but she was motionless. The breeze picked up the strands of her hair, blowing them back like ribbons of dark silk. I sank down behind her, pulling her back into my embrace.“Hey.”She tilted her head back, observing me upside down. “Hi. What were you talking to Brad about for so long?” A frown crossed her face. “Please tell me you didn’t ask about buying the resort.”I snickered at the expression on her face and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “No. I think he has a buyer. I was thanking him for letting you come back, and we were talking about other things. Where he is moving to, stuff like that.”She pursed her lips and shrugged, turning back to face the water.“What are you sketching?”She held up the book. “Nothing. I’m enjoying the view.”I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tight. “It’s a great view.”“Mom and I used to build bonfires, coo
I woke up, the fluttering of panic fast in my chest when the spot beside me was empty. I sat up, throwing the blanket back and striding out of the bedroom. I relaxed when I spotted Hazel on the beach. She stood, facing the water, holding something to her chest. I glanced over, confirming the fact Sandra’s urn was gone from the mantle.My wife was saying goodbye.Returning to the bedroom, I grabbed my pants, tugging them on. I picked up my T-shirt and yanked it over my head as I hurried outside, crossing the beach. The weather system they had predicted was already making its presence known. The waves were higher, hitting the sand with loud slaps. The wind was picking up, and I knew, soon, the rain would follow, and the storm would make my wife nervous.I reached her side, enveloping her in my arms.“I was waiting for you.” She said.“You should have woken me up.”“I wanted a little time. I knew you wouldn’t be far behind me.”“Are you sure?”She smiled up at me, the glimmer of tears in
HAZEL“Surprise!”I jumped as the party poppers went off and filled the air with confetti and streamers the second I opened the door to our house. “Wha—?” I exclaimed with wide eyes, caught by surprise.“Mummy!” Valerie jumped on me from behind the confetti, giggling sweetly.I went down to my knees and enveloped her in a tight hug, instinctively inhaling her scent. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her tiny frame even tighter. God! I had missed her.“Can’t bweathe,” Valerie whispered.“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” I loosened my arms around her, still keeping her close. “I just missed you so much!”“I missed you too, mummy.” She said, making me tear up even more. I’d been crazy to even think that I would’ve been able to leave her forever. There’s no way in hell that would’ve been possible.“Oh, so you didn’t miss me then?” Christian said behind me, his voice tinged with fake hurt.Valerie giggled. “I missed you too daddy. Did you miss me?”“Of course I did, princess.” He answered, crouching do