Chapter 65
Rafe
Three months later
One hundred and thirty-nine days later and I still don’t have my woman. Four months, two weeks, three days, six hours and twenty-eight minutes since I last saw, smelt and felt her.
I stayed somewhat true to my word, I never drank and built Lina’s workshop. You won’t find any wonky stairs here.
Doesn’t mean I’ve stopped drinking altogether, how else am I to pass the time. I’ve done more puzzles than I can count, worked extra hours at the office, in turn made extra money, enough to employ more staff. Even took myself off to a little fishing getaway to Winari.
A lovely lakeside cabin near the town of Wick. Lake was brimming with carp, but the silence crept into my bones, so I cut the trip short by a few days. It was lovely, nonetheless.
If only I had word from her to stop my warring thoughts.
Stop the worry. Her husband still walks the town, though I’ve not seen him for a while.
But the fucker is still alive and well. He didn’t maintain eye contact for long, but he kept his snooty chin up high.
Took everything to not slam my fist into his jaw. No mother though. Odd.
I wonder if Lina visited him yet. I wonder what’s taking her so long. She hasn’t gone back in time, and it’s left my brain in a constant whirl of confusion and longing.
It’s downright painful, like a sharpened blade being pushed between my ribs at a gruellingly slow speed, over and over and over again.
“Lina, baby, come home.”