People get put away for stuff like that. Orange is not my color.
I open the front door, prepared to put my purse away in cabinet when Tom signals me from the office door. I head there first. Maybe he’s giving me different duties today.
“Hi, Tom.” I try desperately to drum up enthusiasm.
He runs his fingers through his dark hair. “Have a seat.”
“OK.” I sit in the plastic chair in front of his desk.
Tom takes his place behind the desk. “Do you remember walking Hitler, the German shepherd yesterday?”
“Sure I do.” An uneasy feeling crawls up my spine.
“Someone saw you kicking Hitler because he wouldn’t cross the road with you.”
I gasp. Literally draw in air with a horrific sound and begin to hyperventilate. “No. That’s not true.”
“A bystander reported seeing everything.”
I whip around and look toward the exit. “I hope you’re not talking about the girl who just left. She used to date my boyfriend—I mean ex-boyfriend. She made the story up.”
Tom’s lips tighten and he straightens in his chair. How can I prove he’s wrong? He knows me. He’s seen me with the dogs.
He links his hands on the desk. “It doesn’t matter who reported the incident. I can’t have someone working here who treats animals with cruelty.”
“You’re missing the part where I said I didn’t do anything like that. I love the dogs. I love this job.”
“She said she can bring someone else in who also witnessed what happened. They followed you here and that’s how she knew it wasn’t your dog. Not that it matters. Animals deserve better treatment.” Tom stands and puts his hands on his hips. “I really thought you’d work out. We get along and—”
Hung without a true jury. I have to give it to Tori for being cunning. If she wanted to punish me today, she found a perfect way.
“Thanks¸ Tom. Thanks for believing a stranger.”
“Your last check—”
“Mail it.” I leave the office and hope I can make it to the truck without crying.
Inside the truck, I break down. It’s the hottest day of the summer on record and I sit inside the hot cab of my vehicle crying for everything I’ve lost. I know I’m not at fault for losing my job. That was a sucky twist, compliments of Tori. But everything else is something I could’ve prevented.
If only I’d never sent the postcard. If only I’d asked Leo in person for it instead of deciding I’d take what I wanted. If only I’d never deceived him.
My life is a long list of regrets.
But I do have the postcard now and it won’t be printed. I wipe the hot tears from my cheeks with the backs of my hands.
I check myself in the mirror. I resemble a zombie with dark circles framing my eyes.
I’ll be okay. I can do this.
I could go home to my folks. Pretend the last four years never happened.
And never see Leo again. My chest constricts into a tight ball of misery and I slump into the seat.
The ding of my cell phone alerts me of a text. Josie’s tried to contact me over the past few days and I’ve avoided her. My stomach cramps at the thought of losing her as well. I’ve waited for the text that calls me a liar for the things I’ve done to Leo, but that hasn’t come. Yet.
I’m not sure what Leo is waiting for by not telling her.
I drag the phone out of my purse.
Josie: I’m tired of this. What is going on?
My heart thumps hard against my ribcage. I can’t tell her because I’m a coward. I can’t lose her. Not today. It’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
Me: I’ll tell you later. Have to go.
When I was a little girl, Daddy always said that prayer fixes everything. He’s probably right. But I don’t think God wants me to sit around waiting for him to do everything.
I sat around for four years knowing that Wesley hid things, lied, and generally applied for asshole husband of the year. It was a bad plan. Really no plan, except for the money I socked away from the household allowance Wesley gave me.
I promise myself this time I’m only waiting a day to tell Josie about the lies. I turn on the engine and the AC blows warm air on my face. My head swims from the heat, the stress, and the lack of sleep.
Why hadn’t I sat in the air-conditioning while having my meltdown?
I shift into reverse and back out of the spot.
A horn blares and metal crunches somewhere in my awareness. My car slams sideways, my airbag deploys, my head snaps back and forward and back. The smell of burning rubber assaults me.
My car alarms blares into my ears. Something wet slides down my nose.
Then, blackness descends.
I dream of June bugs on my body, skittering around in quick circles, their tiny legs digging into the pores of my skin. Surprisingly, I don’t feel like screaming. I don’t feel like anything really.
“She’s awake,” a woman says in a voice too chipper for my liking. “Can you open your eyes? You have visitors.”
I attempt to see through half-mast lidded eyes. “No.”
There’s a low laugh. “I think she’s OK,” a familiar voice says.
I roll my head to the side and see my hand being held. “Hi. Where are we?”
Josie rubs our linked hands. “Hey crazy. You had an accident. It’s a miracle that you aren’t dead. I was the last number in your phone and they called me. We have to watch you for a concussion.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. And when you do something, you go all out. No half-assed accident for you. No, ma’am.”
“What…do…you mean?” A movement from the corner catches my eye. It’s Leo, sitting in a chair as far from me as possible. He stares at me, his face expressionless.
“You were backing out of a parking spot. A semi pulled in going way too fast and barreled into you. He dragged you across the lot and into a dumpster. Well, you in your truck. You hit your head on the window. You’re going to be really sore for a while.” Josie squeezes my fingers.
That explains the bandage over my left eye and the feeling that my limbs aren’t attached. That I’m floating above the entire room.
I can’t take my gaze from Leo’s. He doesn’t look away and I’m like a fly caught in the spider’s web. I’m unable to move or escape. Perhaps I wish to die this way—locked in his heaven-blue gaze.
“Don’t remember,” I say. I smack my lips together. “Thirsty.”
To my surprise, Leo rises from his seat and leaves the room. My pulse quickens and I can’t breathe. “Don’t,” I say, but it’s too late. He’s gone.
“He’ll be back, sweetie. Don’t worry.”
I turn my head from her and bite the inside of my mouth hard. There’s a metallic taste and then I close my eyes. As well meaning as Josie is, she is not a substitute for the loss of him.
“Do you want to sit up?” Leo asks.
When I open my eyes, he’s there and holds a straw to my lips. A small sound escapes my lips, like a hurt animal, but I don’t care. I nod.
I take a careful sip through the straw. He pulls it away too quickly and water dribbles down my chin.
“Sip it. You’re stuck with me as a nurse and lucky I’m not letting Josie help you.”
“Maybe I should be doing that.” She points at the Styrofoam cup. “At least I wouldn’t drown her.” Josie laughs deep in her throat, a diabolical sound.
“Kiss my ass.” Leo grins for the first time since I noticed him in the corner. “Harper, help me out a little. Small sip. Look up at me when you’re finished.”
I do as he says and he takes the drink away. He looks tired. Dark circles under his eyes make his eyes look like a midnight sky.
“You need more to drink? Was that enough?” He holds the Styrofoam cup against his chest.
“Missed you,” I whisper. The words slip out before I can think about them.
He looks away. “Josie, can you give us a minute?”
“Yes. Definitely.” She hops to her feet and leaves the room.