Chapter 82
Chapter Eighty-Two
Shayne
Robin’s sudden crying jag doesn’t surprise me, but the answer she gives when I ask her what’s wrong does.
With everything she went through, she was likely to be traumatized.
I didn’t expect the fate of her mother to be the focus.
Especially since Falcon told us she barely remembered the woman.
She must have been very young when she lost her.
She puts her hand over her mouth while her tears dry up.
I don’t think she knew that’s what’s been bothering her, either.
“The police are still investigating,” I start, telling her what I know from looking into her case.
Spending too much time in a hotel room with very little to occupy my time and thoughts resulted in a bit of research into our future mate.
“You know about that?” she asks, sounding hopeful.
“That’s all I know for now,” I admit. “But I’m sure the detective on the case would update you if you called and asked.”
“Right. The detective,” she repeats, nodding.
“We could call her together now, if you wanted to?”
She shakes her head slowly. “She said she’d call me when she had something.
I just … It doesn’t seem fair, you know?
I got out, and I’ve been looked after, and given all this stuff.
My mother didn’t get that chance. She’ll never get to have the life she could have had. The life she should have had.”
“I wish she could have had that chance.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Thanks for listening to me. I’m not … I don’t usually get upset like that. I’m not used to talking about what I’m feeling. I think maybe it would have been helpful, when I was a kid.”
“Well, I’m always happy to talk about anything you want to talk about. Anytime you want.”
“I feel a little better,” she confesses. “Do you want to get something to eat?”
“Sure. I could eat.”
“I usually eat at the cafeteria, but I have another idea for tonight.”
“I’m intrigued.”