Chapter 20 Henry
Henry
It’s morning and my routine has taken over. I fold the sourdough, but the dough feels off. Stiff. A little crusty. Fuck, everything feels off.
My phone rings. It’s Jake. I hit the button and flour coats my phone.
“Hey, Jake. What’s up?”
“Hey, man. Heard from Mark that you’re having woman troubles.”
“Great. The small town gossipvine is alive.”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Listen, that ex of hers? He’s been asking around about Willa. Making veiled threats about her medical license, her clinic. Sheriff Vacanti’s keeping an eye on him but thought you should know.”
White-hot rage floods through me. “Thanks for telling me.” I start untying my apron and throw it on the bench.
Sourdough can wait.
“You gonna sit around or you gonna do something?”
“I’m going to fucking do something.”
“If you need backup, let us know!”
I got this, Jake.
I hang up and grab my keys. I’m done waiting. I’m done letting fear dictate our lives.
I’m going to fight for her.