Somewhere Bound (Foundlings Book 3) by Fiona Keane

Author:Fiona Keane [Keane, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

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My lip was practically bleeding, painfully stuffed between my teeth, while I directed Jameson to my old neighborhood. It wasn’t really a neighborhood so much as it was an expanse of evergreen-covered plots of land near the beach with homes that were separated by lush swaths of pine and cedar.

I realized he accepted the command his presence held over my panic when he adhered my hand to his thigh for the duration of our drive, stroking my palm and tickling my fingers to keep my mind in a heightened state, avoiding the panic. The car seemed to mimic my heart, resisting the slow climb toward my old driveway.

“It’s beautiful here, Soph,” Jameson muttered, bending his head to stare at the large pines visible through the windshield. Their height was intimidating, but their beauty was deceptive. There was nothing beautiful about it. Not anymore.

“It’s just up there.” My free hand pointed with trembling fingers toward the entrance of my driveway.

“They still have tape up?” Jameson quickly glanced at me, both of us noticing the yellow police tape that flapped from tree trunks against the misty breeze.

The strips had been torn from their post, lost and forgotten as time had passed. Neglected. I felt his grasp tighten against my hand, pressing it harder into his leg while the BMW resisted the gravel drive. Or maybe it was Jameson. Maybe he realized exactly the depth of my wounds, the negligent way he forced apart my scars. I couldn’t blame him. I had done the same to him with those photographs. This strange torture we poured over one another…it was necessary to break free. He was right. We needed to say goodbye. We needed to run away from everything.

My breath was painfully held within my throbbing lungs as my old house came into view. The remnants of it were haunting.

“This is where you grew up.” His voice was soft as he placed the car in park and turned off the ignition. “Wow, Sophia.”

I looked at him, my eyes filled with resentment and hostility while his were tentatively curious.

“Yes.” My head shook with a scoffing laugh. “It was perfect…before it burned. It all was.”

Jameson opened the car door, climbing out and walking up to the house. I watched, hesitantly, jealous of his courage. He approached the crumbling structure, climbing over the wide bands of yellow tape that warned trespassers to vacate. Without a glance back at me, Jameson stepped through the collapsed front door, directly into my past. My future was now haunting each moment of my life—past, present, and Jameson.

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