Canary by Tijan
Just Me
They charged my father. Child endangerment, neglect of a child. It was why he never reported me missing, or Ashley. On the day they charged him, Raize took me to see her. She wasn’t Brooke anymore.
We were told she was going by the name of Ashley again.
She was happy.
She had decent weight on her. She didn’t look gaunt in the face, which she had been before she left and she was smiling now.
I’d also gotten pictures from the guy Raize had watching her.
One was her leaving a counseling office.
Another of her at the grocery store.
A third where she was having coffee with an older lady. And others. They looked like her. There was a family resemblance. A man. A woman. A brother. A sister. Could’ve been a couple aunts, too.
She seemed happy, but how could that be? After everything? But she was smiling. They were smiling.
None of that made sense to me, but they were.
We were currently watching Brooke cooking dinner with a woman. Both were in their kitchen.
Raize stepped up behind me. His chest grazed my back. “Do you want to talk to her?”
I shook my head, my stomach dropping, but my chest lightening at the same time. It was a bittersweet feeling. “No.”
“She knows what you did. That you were the one who came forward. She knows that.” His hand moved to my front, resting against my stomach.
A bittersweet feeling twisted inside of my gut. “Maybe one day, but not today.”
A whole new wave of emotion surged up inside of me, this one making me bite my lip because I didn’t want to cry.
But damn. I wanted to cry.
He moved to stand in front of me, and he touched under my chin, tilting my head up. A soft expression came over him, one that was loving and it took my breath away. I was blinking back tears for a whole different reason. Seeing them, he got even softer. He reached up, a finger tracing down a strand of my hair and sliding behind my ear and then moving to the back of my head. He took a breath and moved even closer, his body brushing mine. His forehead lowered, not completely touching mine, but he was that close.
I felt everything from him. His heartbeat. His heat. His breathing.
I felt a slight tremor course through his body, too.
“You need to know something. Your sister’s case is getting a lot of attention, too much. Roman called today. He’s ready to offer you a proposition. He said you can be free. You don’t need to work for him. You can walk across the street and knock on that door. Ashley told the police that she’d like to see you, have a relationship with you. You could join that life. It’s as simple as that.”
I didn’t react. I couldn’t, and I think a part of me knew the other side. “What’s the other offer?”
“You continue working for him, with me, and we disappear right now. But, you could be free. You joined this world to find your sister—”
I touched his chest, stopping him. “I joined this life because Brooke Ashley was taken again. The first time was my fault. The second time was my chance at redemption. Save her, and maybe I could save myself.”
Oh man.
Oh boy.
I had no idea that’s what was going to come out of me.
No. Clue!
But, whoa. Wow.
Redemption.
And all the ‘lines.’
It made sense now.
But then I felt who was holding me.
I looked up.
Give up Raize for freedom. I knew that was the fine print for the first offer. It only made sense.
Roman wanted me to leave to help the spotlight fade away a bit, so it wouldn’t get connected to him, but he wasn’t going to give up Raize. There was no way.
That meant, freedom meant me giving up Raize.
I already knew my choice.
