A Disturbing Prospect, Chapter 13

I missed a meeting with my parole officer, and if I don’t get down there right now, he’ll send me back to prison. The snow drifting from the sky doesn’t care that my only vehicle is a motorcycle. I’ve gotta haul ass.

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Cliff

When I wake up the next morning, the house around me is quiet. Rolling onto my side, sheets sliding against my naked body, I pat around on the nightstand for my phone. It’s after ten. I haven’t slept in this long in ages.

There are no missed texts or calls, but that’s no surprise. Only a handful of people have my phone number. One of them is at work, another is in class, and the rest of them are probably sleeping off hangovers. I smirk, thinking of my brothers’ somber faces as they headed into Church last night, drinks clutched in their hands. Someday I’ll be a part of that, too.

It feels good to belong to something again.

It feels even better to belong to someone.

Even if Olivia and I haven’t exactly called it, I feel it. Maybe it sounds sappy, but there’s a connection between us that I’ve never felt with anyone before.

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