95. Chapter 95
The roads were black with last night’s rain when Lindsey left Charity’s house and drove to her apartment. Her friend offered hard seltzers and her spare bedroom after Lindsey left Whitlock’s and couldn’t bring herself to go anywhere Jase had already been.
The extra shot of espresso in her morning latte would hopefully take care of the bags under her eyes and give her the jolt she’d need to pack up the rest of her apartment and make the four-hour drive to Youngstown.
Lindsey was saying goodbye to Dayton. She’d go back for the journal Jason showed her in last night’s video later, once she could return to the house and not be torn apart, cell by cell, by grief.
Maybe she’d send Luke for it and have him put up a For Sale sign while he was at it.
She was moving slowly through her apartment, making sure she didn’t miss anything, when her phone chimed. The jarring bells she’d set at full volume echoed through the empty space.
It was frustrating and incredibly unfair that the sight of his name actually caused her heart to stutter.
Come outside was all Jase said.
She opened her door, prepared to give him hell, and the box she’d been avoiding from the storage unit in Santa Cruz tipped over at her feet.
She peered down the hall for the six-foot man in a leather jacket and riding boots who delivered it, but he wasn’t there.
There were no other messages on her phone.
Lindsey kept avoiding Jason’s package, and Jase kept bringing it back to her.
She knelt and tore the brown paper and twine. It took a moment to understand what was inside, the gravity of the gift Jason Sr. had given her.
An alternate ending.
She ran out of her apartment, determined to take it.