The Wicked Aftermath (The Wickeds by Melissa Foster

Author:Melissa Foster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Melissa Foster
Published: 2021-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

LEAH SAT WITH Starr on the back porch, nibbling on Goldfish crackers and watching the three girls playing in the yard. Toys were scattered in the grass, and the inside of the house looked like it had been hit by a tornado, but the girls were so excited to play with Gracie, it was worth a little extra cleanup later. Starr had been texting and checking up on them in the week and a half since the funeral, and Leah and Starr had gotten closer. Starr and Gracie had even stopped by last Thursday for a quick visit while Tank was at work. Leah had forgotten how nice it was to have a girlfriend she could trust, and she’d needed a friend that day. She and the girls had missed Tank while he was at work even more than she’d thought they would.

“The girls seem to be doing well,” Starr said as she grabbed a few crackers.

“For the most part they are, but it’s been up and down. We’re still getting used to our new normal. They can be like this one minute and crying for River, or just out of sorts, the next.”

“It’s got to be hard for them to understand.” Starr tucked her long, kinky blond hair behind her ear, gazing at Leah empathetically. “And how about you? How are you really doing?”

“Same as them. Sometimes it seems like it’s been months since we saw him, and other days I expect him to walk through the door and swing an arm over my shoulder, asking how his favorite sister is. I’m still not ready to go through his stuff.”

“I noticed his guitar was still in the living room.”

“I like seeing it there. I remember how final it felt when we went through my dad’s stuff. I’m just not ready for that yet.”

“You don’t have to be. You’ll know when it’s the right time.”

“That’s true. Grief is so weird. I can be okay all day and think I’m getting my arms around it, but then when I put the girls down or I’m lying in bed, I start to miss him, thinking about how unfair it is that he’s gone, and I blubber like a baby.”

“I heard that Steph brought you a basket the other day.”

“She came by Sunday with teas, oils, and ointments for me and goodies for the girls. I had no idea she was a poet. She wrote me a beautiful poem about the love between siblings.”

“Her words are magical, aren’t they? Has the stuff she brought helped? Your scar looks good.”

“Thanks. I’ve been using the oils and ointments she gave me on it.” She ran her finger over the scar on her forehead. The stitches had dissolved, and the doctor had said the scar would diminish over time. Her bruises had faded to yellowish-brown marks, and Tank lavished them with tender kisses every night. “But I haven’t tried her sleep remedies yet.” She watched Starr plucking crackers from the bowl, and her pulse quickened as she mustered her courage to tell her why.

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