Crow's Row

“Why not?” I exclaimed with unnecessary whininess. “Carly does it.”


“Carly can’t do anything else. You …” He took a breath to calm himself and his voice. “You

have a life, school, a family, friends. And you would be much more at risk than Carly because of

my position.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I grumbled.

“Well, I’m not willing to take any chances. Not with you.” His voice was icy. “Besides, it’

s not just up to me. You become a risk to the whole organization if you get caught by rivals.

The leaders would have our heads before they let any of that happen.”

“So promise them that you won’t do anything if something does happen to me. That you’ll let

me die if I’m dense enough to get caught.”

Cameron stared at me vacantly. “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Don’t ever say that

again.” He briskly stood and started packing everything up. “We need to go before it starts

getting dark.”

I did what I was told and struggled to keep up with him as he stomped back to the bike.

It started raining about one hour left into our trip home. By the time we drove up the gravel

driveway, it was dark, we were soaked, and Meatball was anxiously waiting by the cottage door,

waiting to get out of the rain. Cameron immediately got a fire burning in the cast-iron stove

while he was on his cell phone, dictating numbers to Spider. He smiled at me on occasion,

particularly when he repeated the day’s purchase prices to a flabbergasted Spider. He was

keeping busy, throwing paperwork into the fire as he went through them one-by-one with Spider

and making supper for the both of us while he replayed the day’s events over the phone. He

stayed on the phone the whole time we were eating, talking about what I assumed to be business,

though I didn’t understand any of it. Eventually his phone died, and he had to reluctantly hang

up. He insisted that I sit, or even better, go to bed, while he did the dishes.

I didn’t want to believe it. But while I continued to watch him, while he tried his best to

pretend that everything was okay, something was creeping inside of me. A remembrance of my

former life—the one that I could never go back to. I was aware of the sharp stab in my heart,

like the stitches on an old wound were coming undone.

Things inside me were shattering, falling to pieces. It was the look on his face that gave him

away.

I had seen it played out in front of me a thousand times. It was the look that my brother had

given me the last time I saw him. It was my mother’s pressed smile on the day she had come for

a surprise visit in Callister, right before she came up with a lame excuse as to why she needed

to leave, quickly. It was the avoidance of eye contact that the inconsequential boys had when

they were getting annoyed with my lack of affection … Cameron was getting ready to leave me. I

wanted to latch onto him, hard, so that we would never be separated. At the same time, I wanted

to run away, so that perhaps I wouldn’t feel the pain when he found a way to let me go.

Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it

slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing

tug-of-war with my limbs, ripping to shreds whatever was left behind. What it would feel like

when love was lost … I wouldn’t survive that. I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stay

hidden behind my eyelids and focusing on breathing in and out instead of the pain that was

ramming in my heart.

Cameron finished the dishes and turned the tiny kitchen light off. With the only light coming

from the shimmering flames that shone through the square of the stove window, my tears were

safely out of sight.

“We should get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” he said with a fake yawn and a bogus

stretch of the arms.

I noiselessly followed. It didn’t matter that the tears blurred my vision. I wouldn’t be able

to see anything anyway. But Cameron caught my arm as we climbed up the stairs.

“Are you crying?” he asked with utter surprise. “Emmy, what’s wrong?”

“You’re going to leave me no matter what I do, won’t you?” I sobbed. “I won’t go back

without you, Cameron. I can’t. You’re all I have.”

Cameron laughed softly. “Is that what you’re crying about? That whole thing about you going

back home?”

He wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides, whispering through my sobs. “Em, I

’m not going anywhere. We’ll make it work, I promise. Whatever it takes. Please don’t cry.”

I stood in his arms until the sobs finally subsided into sniffles. He let me go and gently

lifted my shaking chin. He kept my eyes for a bit while sadness swelled his darkened features.

“I never knew you were this broken.”

“Only when you’re not there.” I sniffed and let him wipe the remaining tears.

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