When I Find You by R.A. Casey

Author:R.A. Casey [Casey, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Higher Bank Books
Published: 2021-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

I sit in the car park of the Preston Docks Business Park and wait for Gregg to emerge.

It’s 5 o’clock. He always used to finish bang on five. He’d rush out of the building, call me right away, tell me what he was going to pick up for dinner on the way back. Or if I were making dinner, he’d always nip out and grab a treat for the pair of us anyway. A bottle of red. A couple of big bars of chocolate. He was always so nice. Always so caring. Always so… grown up.

I have my regrets about how I treated Gregg. Really, as horrible as it is to admit it, he’s the man I should’ve settled down with. Freddie is amazing—truly amazing—but I sense he doesn’t truly get me. Truly understand me. Especially now the cracks are showing.

I’m sitting in my car. I stare up at the building where he works. TruCorps Technology. I hope he’s still here. If he isn’t, I’m on a wild goose chase. I know how happy he was to get this promotion. How content he seemed. How he said he was set for life here.

But then, I know how much life can change, too.

I wonder if he’s even still around here. Still around Preston.

It’s just over two years since I last saw him. A lot can change in two years.

And I’m beginning to wonder just how much I really knew about Gregg, especially after the whole woman at the cottage thing.

My stomach turns when I think of it.

The maize fields.

The warm weather.

And…

No.

I don’t want to think about her now.

I don’t want to think about anything to do with that day when I was sixteen now.

Or what it might mean.

What it might have to do with Charlie.

If it has anything at all to do with Charlie.

I just don’t know.

I look around the car park. Stretch my legs. Try to find his car. He drove a black Audi Q8 when I last saw him. Loved his cars, though, so wouldn’t surprise me if he’s upgraded already.

I see the doors to the offices open. See people step out. In the distance, I see seagulls swooping overhead, over by the length of the docks. Quite a nice spot, the docks. Gorgeous on a sunny evening. Used to come for walks here when Charlie was little. One hand in mine, one in Gregg’s. Walk him along the side of the docks and smile and laugh together. Those days were so good. They were so perfect.

But then I see the cracks. I see Charlie slipping out of my hand. Cutting his knee and crying.

I see Gregg rolling his eyes. Telling me I’m so irresponsible with Charlie. That I’m haphazard.

I see Charlie crying and—

No.

It’s better to think of the good times.

It’s better to think of the times when things were nice.

When things were perfect.

I watch the men and women leave the office, and I am alarmed not to see any sign of Gregg. It makes me wonder whether he’s still here at all.

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