“How do you know that?” Drew looked up with a wondering look.
“Dawson found him for me.”
“Who’s Dawson?”
“Where is my brother?” I asked. I was asking the questions, not him. He didn’t have that right.
“He was adopted by a client and a good friend of Randle’s. He wasn’t about to leave him in the system, knowing how he would turn out. He’s in a good home with parents who love him very much. He lives in the suburbs on a cul-de-sac. He’s doing very well.”
“Mr. Callaway thinks that we are happily married, doesn’t he?”
“Yes. That is why I got so mad when he insisted that you talk to him without me. I didn’t want you to say anything to blow my cover, and I have been happily married these last few months.”
“Derik was in on all of this too, wasn’t he?”
“Yes. He knew.”
“Did he know that you raped me?”
“Don’t say it like that, Morgan.”
“How would you like for me to phrase it? Did you know that he raped me too?”
Drew stood up. His face was instantly red. “Are you serious? When?”
“A bunch of times, every time he would drive me anywhere.”
“I’ll kill that motherfucker.”
“You don’t have to worry about him. I told Mr.
Callaway what he did.”
That got another shocked look right toward the camera.
“When?”
“Before you sent him here to kill me.”
“I never sent him here to kill you. I sent him here to calm you down.”
“He was going to kill me,” I assured him.
“Who’s Dawson,” he asked again.
“My sheriff,” I replied with a sad tone.
“Excuse me?”
“I was going to marry him until I ended back up here in your web.”
“You were going to marry him?” he asked with an almost hurt tone. Good. I wanted him to hurt. “How were you going to do that? You’re married to me.”
“No. Morgan Kelley was married to you. I wasn’t Morgan Kelley there. I had a whole new identity. A whole new life. I was happy there.”
“Do you love him?”
“I loved him more than anything alive. He is the only one who has ever been there for me my entire life, and he loved me too. I do still love him, but I don’t know if it’s enough anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Morgan. I should have let you get on that plane.”
“Yeah. That would have made things easier,” I said it, but I knew that I would have spent the rest of my life wondering the answers to all of these questions.
“Morgan, I know that it’s selfish of me to even think, but I want you. I love you.”
“That is pretty selfish. A leopard’s spots never changes, Drew.”
“My spots started changing the first time you kissed me.”
“You never kissed me before.”
“I didn’t want to be intimate with you. I wanted you to pay for messing everything up.”
“How could I mess something up that I was unaware of?”
“You couldn’t, Morgan. Your dad would be so disappointed in me,” Drew said with his head down. He was ashamed of himself. I never thought I would see the day.
“How did he meet my mom?” I couldn’t say my dad. I never knew the man existed. I thought that when I heard my dad from back home say that he raised another man’s child that he was talking about Justin, not me.
“I don’t know the answer to that. I didn’t want to know any of the details.”
“You said that your mom was going to marry my dad. Where is your mom?”
“She shot herself in the head the day after Michael’s funeral.”
I gasped. “I’m sorry, Drew.”
“Don’t you dare apologize to me. Don’t you ever apologize to me. I deserve to feel every bit of pain humanly possible,” he said, getting angrily.
“I have to go to Mr. Callaway.”
Drew only nodded. He knew that I would.
“You’re not really going to leave me in here to starve are you?”
“No,” I said getting up, “but you are going to stay there for a while.”
I didn’t need an address. Mr. Callaway’s address was programmed into the GPS on Drew’s car. I had found it when I was sitting in his air-conditioned car one afternoon waiting for a game to start.
His house was just as extravagant, only newer. I wondered if that would be left to me too. The grounds were meticulously kept, and the blacktop drive looked like it was freshly laid. It wasn’t quite as big as the house we lived in, but bigger than the normal mind could imagine.
I walked up to the massive door. I’d never seen anything like it. There was an arch built from stone and the double doors were glass with etched tree branches galore.
It was breathtaking. I rang the doorbell and all of a sudden felt sick.
The nurse that seemed to always be with Mr.
Callaway answered, and I wondered if she was the only one there. She smiled at me.
“He saw you walk up,” she said, gesturing with her hand for me to enter.
Did this man have a camera fetish?