19. Davina
19
Davina
“ Y ou are not using my fucking sister as bait!” Bishop argues. I can’t say that I blame him. That’s exactly what Mason is planning.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I don’t know what church protocol is, but you called me in here to discuss this. Why is it that you think Collin would come out of hiding for me?” Aside from the fact he already has.
Mason avoids eye contact for a moment, then he finally looks at me and I know that he knows. How is that possible? Has he known all these years?
Anger bubbles inside of me. There are too many damn secrets. I thought I was keeping my own, but he knew. He knew and never said a word.
“Is that why you kept your distance all these years?”
“Everyone out,” Mason immediately orders. Without questioning anything, they all leave, Bishop stealing a glance over his shoulder before he closes the door.
“Answer me.”
If he knew all this time and lied to me, has he lied about knowing Collin was alive? What other secrets is he keeping?
“The past isn’t important.”
“Stop lying! The past is why we’re here!” I cry out, frustrated. “How long have you known?”
“Since the night it happened.”
I blink back tears. He’s always known. For some reason, I wanted to protect him from that, especially after Collin disappeared. I guess that’s why I haven’t told him I’ve seen Collin. If I can talk to him, get through to him, maybe I can put an end to this war.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I never meant to…I don’t know what I meant.”
“That part of the past isn’t important. I thought it was and yes, I kept my distance because of it. But it’s not important anymore.”
“Did Collin tell you the night he disappeared? Is that how you knew?”
Rather than answer me, he says, “You chose Collin, not me. That was a hard fucking pill to swallow. Then, you had Charlie and I knew I couldn’t cross that line with you.”
I quickly wipe away the tears that roll down my cheek. “But you have crossed that line.”
“I think it’s safe to say we fucking obliterated that line.”
He approaches me, urging me back to the table, then lifting me to sit on the mahogany wood. He stands between my knees, cupping my face in his hands.
“The only regret I have is how long I kept my distance. Seven years is lot of wasted time.”
“Same,” I reply, returning his kiss.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about Collin. Let him know we’ve spoken. But my gut tells me not to say anything yet. Just like he’s not telling me what happened the night Collin disappeared.