38. Callum
Callum
“Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.” — Henry Ford
M y alarm clock rings for just a second before I silence it, not wanting it to wake Sophie.
She’s always the first one to hear it, but tonight I haven’t slept a wink, watching her instead the whole time.
Watching as the moonlight bathed over his silky, golden skin as Kira’s words played on repeat in my head.
I wasn’t planning to share my past with Sophie last night but then it just felt right. It felt like I owed her that explanation, that story. I needed her to know where I came from, what demons lived inside me. I needed her to see it all and so I dived deep into that ocean of memories.
Only to find my little menace pulling me back to the surface once again. It was different, though. I could feel it every fiber of my body. Sophie was different.
I’m about to say screw work and just stay in this bed with her the whole day when my phone rings and I see it’s the station.
Silencing it, I quickly get up and leave the room to answer it.
“Yeah?”
“Good morning, boss, sorry for a wakeup call but we’ve got a situation here, Rick Levine and Sam Colson robbed The Happy Place last night.
There was a bet involved. And now both are high off the rocket and creating havoc all around.
The deputies can’t hold them down long enough to handcuff them.
Jenny and Nina are about to rip their heads off and Fanny is filming it all.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I run a hand over my face. “I’ll be there in ten minutes!”
Well, there goes my day off in bed with Sophie. But maybe that’s for the best. I should figure out how to tell her all the rest, and God knows I can’t think straight when the woman is around.