Chapter 12
Her apartment just felt creepy now.
And it definitely wasn’t hers, either.
She called the police and asked for them to send a deputy.
Jeremy showed up a few minutes later. But what he could tell her wasn’t exactly reassuring.
Nothing had been disturbed; nothing had been taken.
For all they knew, someone from the apartment complex could have been in her apartment and the notice that should have been on her doorknob had just blown away.
It just didn’t feel like that. She knew it didn’t.
Her supervisor Waverly’s words from the day before stuck out.
Waverly had been stalked by two different men in the past—because of the job they did.
She was always talking about how to keep themselves safe.
Waverly was talking about enrolling in a self-defense or martial arts class in Finley Creek when she had time.
Which…Waverly was a total workaholic. Greer had her doubts that would ever happen.
Waverly was always talking about balance, too. Totally ironic, in Greer’s opinion. But Waverly’s experiences had been real.
And…it just felt creepy here now.
She just stood in her bed and looked at it. Imagining having her little baby in this place. The bedrooms were both so small. There really wouldn’t be much play area in the baby’s room. Her living area, either.
Her suite at the ranch was larger. And there was a guest room right across the hall, with its own bathroom.
It could be turned into an adorable nursery for Greer’s baby.
Until Greer was ready to buy a house. And she wouldn’t have to be pregnant and alone.
She’d have her brothers there with her. And Genny.
She’d also never walk into her home and find that someone had been there. In her space.
She’d probably always be nervous about her own personal safety—how could she not?
She had been only nine when she learned someone wasn’t ever fully safe anywhere.
That was a lesson she would never forget, no matter how much therapy she’d had a child and teen.
That was just a life lesson she’d internalized.
She wanted to go home. To be with her family. This…this was the scariest time of her life right now. She wanted to go home.
Now, she just had to find a way to make it happen. Her lease was up in two months—she’d probably have to pay to break it. The manager of the complex could be a total jerk, too.
She’d called him to see if someone from the complex had been in her apartment—sometimes, they would spray for pests. They didn’t always adhere to the contract about when either. Usually, they put a notice on the door. But…there hadn’t been any notices on anyone else’s doors.
And the manager had just blown her off. Until she’d told him she’d called the Value sheriff’s office. Then he’d gotten all abrasive and rude.
She’d just pay to get out of her lease, rent a truck…and take herself home.
It was the right decision. Greer just knew it.