Email Exchange
Subject: Wynter
You knew this would happen, didn’t you? All that bullshit about giving her an out if she needed it… You knew she’d pick them.
K
Subject: Re. Wynter
She’s staying?
R
From: K1ngS1nn3r1@
To: Rach3lLadyLiberty@
Subject: Re. Wynter
She is. Kinnock got worked over by the Triads. When the doctors were treating him, they found he has cirrhosis of the liver. The bastard needs a liver transplant.
She wants to stay here until he gets a liver.
She wants to stay even though he tried to sell her.
Fuck.
Anyway, my plans have changed. I’m on my way back. I’ll go through Coshocton and spend the night at Storm’s.
I love you, Rachel.
I love our kids.
Somehow, you’re the only people who can piss me off more than anyone else fucking can.
K
From: Rach3lLadyLiberty@
To: K1ngS1nn3r1@
Subject: Re. Wynter
Don’t be too harsh on her. He’s her dad, King. I understand why you’re mad, and I also understand why you didn’t call me because you knew I’d tell you that and you didn’t want to hear it, but it’s the truth.
As much as I’d like to cut off his balls, to Wynter, he’s the man who put her to bed as a kid and read her bedtime stories.
He’s her dad.
Our role isn’t the same as theirs.
Jeremy doesn’t deserve her. Maybe, in time, she’ll realize that. Maybe she won’t. It’s one of those life lessons, honey, that we shouldn’t have to learn but do.
She’s got a good heart—that’s something we should be thankful for.
I’m guessing you found them a safer place to live?
Ride safe on the road and call me when you get to Storm’s.
I love you.
This isn’t the end of your relationship, King.
Have faith.
<3