9. Chapter Nine
Chapter nine
Hummingbird
I had just finished eating my mac and cheese with hot dogs cut up and mixed in and was thinking about getting off the couch and grabbing the cookie dough I made earlier.
The plan had been to bake it off into cookies, but I stopped caring after making my dinner and put the bowl of dough in the fridge.
I was debating getting the ice cream out, too, when my phone dinged.
My attention snapped to the coffee table where it was, and I reached to grab it.
Momma A:
I let out a deep sigh.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
I glanced at the saucepan sitting on the table in front of me, only slightly embarrassed I didn’t use a ‘proper’ bowl to eat.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
Momma A:
I perked up at that. I’ll take anything to break this hellish mindscape.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
I stared at the screen, wide-eyed and in disbelief. Another person? He?
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
Hummingbird:
Typing his name made my heart and chest hurt.
Momma A:
That was never a good sign. I was familiar enough with mafia bullshit to know adding to someone’s security detail always meant trouble was brewing.
I trust her with my life. If there’s something I need to know, she’ll tell me.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
How does working for both women work when they are one thousand miles apart?
Regardless of logistics, that was high praise coming from a woman like Lynette. She didn’t mess around when it came to protecting her children.
Momma A:
I sat there for a moment, mulling over the information.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
I sat up with a start, immediately concerned.
Hummingbird:
Momma A:
Tears spring to my eyes again. In my grief, I’d temporarily forgotten Lynette was also mourning the love of her life. This fucking sucks.
We messaged back and forth a little longer before exhaustion hit me. It wasn’t late, by any means, but I’d been sleeping like shit. Talking to Lynette had relaxed me more tonight than I thought possible, and I headed off to bed, hoping to fall asleep before my anxiety came racing back.