Chapter 43 LUCY
LUCY
In the weeks that followed my father’s sixty-fifth, Eddie became more distant.
That’s how it felt to me, at least. It was hard to know if that was truly the case or whether my father’s talk had me more on edge and jumping to conclusions.
My father gave me my space, and on the few times I saw him when Eddie wasn’t present, he told me in the end it was my decision.
He didn’t worry about Eddie harming me. He didn’t think Eddie was a violent person; he said more than once.
The fact that he said it multiple times would have had me thinking the opposite, but I knew that if my father really thought Eddie was dangerous, he’d move heaven and earth to get me out of our house.
Instead, he waited patiently while I mulled my options.
Which I’d done fifty times or more.
At some point, I was going to have to decide, one way or the other.
Stick with the man whom I’d said my vows, or give him the old heave-ho.
It had been a month since my father’s birthday, and it was now early February.
I’d give myself a week.