Beyond the Quiet: Romantic Thriller by Hill Brenda

Author:Hill, Brenda [Hill, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: L. Cooper Press
Published: 2010-12-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Sometime later, the wine bottle half-empty, I studied Mac’s sofa, thinking of all the times I’d longed so desperately for him that I’d take my coffee or tea and almost try to meld into the fabric, hoping to feel close to him just one more time. Surely something of him still lingered in the one place on which he’d slept and lived the last few weeks of his life. It had been sacred to me, a shrine.

I jumped up, slipped on my shoes, and opened the door. Tugging, scooting, and pushing, I maneuvered that sofa out the door. Sweating, I pulled it down the sidewalk, the legs screeching on the cement, but I didn’t stop. I pulled and pushed until I got it to the curb. Then, back inside, I got a black marker and searched for some paper that would stand upright on the sofa. Not finding any, I grabbed a brown grocery bag and printed ‘Free’, and found a safety pin and pinned the bag to the sofa. Several cars passed while I was there, all slowing to look. It wouldn’t take long to get rid of it.

I hadn’t even made it back inside when a young woman stopped, got out, and circled the sofa. She looked to be in her early twenties and had a baby in another one of those strappy things like Shanna wore to carry Kyle on her chest. While she was looking at the sofa, another car slowed. The woman sat on the sofa, clearly staking her claim, and flipped open a phone. Within twenty minutes, two Hispanic men pulled up in a pickup truck, loaded the sofa, and left.

Good. Maybe they can get some use out of it. I thought about hauling the wing chair out there as well, but decided I wanted something to sit on until I replaced the furniture. Replace the furniture? Hell, I was going to replace the house. I’d move into an apartment that had no memories for me, nothing to remind me of an entire life that I’d lost. I’d pay Stan and Maggie what I owed and never have to see them again.

I’d start all over with a new life and make my own memories.

***

Someone inside my head was pounding on my brain. I opened an eye and discovered I was lying across my bed, my silk blouse twisted under me, shoes still on my feet. From the front door, the pounding continued, echoing in my temples. Now the doorbell rang and rang, accompanied by the persistent pounding.

Needing the bathroom, I slid off the bed. My mouth tasted foul. The endless pounding continued. Soon after, the noise moved to my sliding doors in back and I heard Maggie’s voice.

“Lisa, let me in. Lisa!”

My cell phone rang. I ignored it all and entered the bathroom. A few moments later, I rinsed with mouthwash and made my way to the sliding door. I slid it open and made sure the screen was locked.

Funny what you notice when your world has crumbled.

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