ABOUT HER by Kimberly Adams

Author:Kimberly Adams [Adams, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ADAMS ROMANCE
Published: 2019-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

The sound of Virginia and Lana chatting and preparing dinner in the kitchen made me curiously jealous. In my muddled mind, I’d convinced myself that Virginia was both a murderer and my sympathizer, so the level of betrayal I felt while listening to them work together in the kitchen was clearly irrational.

I was back in the parlor with Cal, and as soon as Virginia turned up the music again, I hurried close to him to whisper. “Cal, I think Virginia is... off. Like, crazy. And she was telling me the story about her daughter earlier and I- I think she might have killed somebody.”

“Her daughter killed somebody?”

I glared at him. “Are you being deliberately stupid?”

“Virginia killed somebody?” he clarified, returning my glare. “And don’t call me stupid.”

“I didn’t call you stupid. Oh for Christ’s sake, I think Virginia got away with murder. Maybe a decade ago. And Jake and I also think she put something in the soup. Did you and Lana pass out upstairs?”

“We napped,” he said simply. “You sound a little crazy yourself there, Lizzie.”

“Don’t call me crazy!” I huffed, louder than a whisper but still under my breath. A Beatles song played in the distance from the kitchen. “I’m trying to tell you something. I think we might be in danger. Especially you and Lana. Especially Lana,” I clarified. When his confused expression changed to incredulous, I exhaled slowly. “Listen to me. Lana looks a lot like Virginia’s ex-husband’s lover. A woman he cheated on her with and ended up leaving her for. The same woman who became their daughter’s stepmother. The same woman who was driving the car that wrecked and killed their daughter.”

Cal listened. He answered me with an eyeroll. “Are you plotting a new book?”

I threw my hands in the air, backing against the bookshelf. “Jesus. Never mind. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m done talking to you.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

I pinched my eyes closed.

Always. Always, the same statements.

Why are you so upset? So overdramatic? Making a big deal out of nothing?

I remembered Cal was cold. Cal was the month of March in Ohio, when everyone craved spring with every ounce of their remaining sanity. Cal was the frigid snow that kept entering the forecast. Even though I chose to live in Ohio, I was always disappointed by the snow in March. But the snow didn’t give a crap about me. The snow kept coming.

Some winters would be relentless. Some winters would have these surprise, seventy-degree days peppered throughout the arctic void of November through March, giving you just enough hope to hang in there. Just enough to remember what the other seasons were like.

So you kept on going. Those beautiful days, when the ice melted and the rivers and streams and creeks flooded the pothole paradise of our roads, and you could catch a small glimpse of the spring that was bound to come eventually.

It always came. Cal always warmed up again.

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