All I can hear are Jolene’s heavy breaths and then she ends the call.
I don’t loosen my grip on Callie’s phone as I move it from my ear. Holding it by my side, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. Problem with that is they’re in a mess of epic proportions and I don’t know where to start.
“Luke, I can explain—”
I hold up my hand. “There is no fucking way you can even begin to explain this, Callie.” With that, I smash her phone down onto the table and stalk out of the room.
My legs are like heavy slabs of concrete as I stride out to the deck and down the back stairs. My fists clench by my side, ready to punch the first thing I find. Unfortunately for me, that happens to be a tree. However, I don’t feel the pain as it ricochets through my hand and up my arm. All I feel is the suffocating anger that has lodged itself in my chest.
I was moving away from the anger and resentment I’d been bottling up for years. Now it’s all rushing back at me. Hearing her voice cracked my wound wide open again and I don’t know what to do with this torment.
I can’t breathe.
I fight against it because I know it will destroy me if I don’t. But fuck, it’s too much. The anger keeps punching through me. My skin feels like it’s about to split open.
Just like my heart.
“Luke!” Callie’s voice floats down the stairs and I turn to find her running down them towards me.
I shake my head, swallowing like fuck.
I can’t breathe.
“Luke, you need to let me explain.” She crosses the grass and just keeps coming at me.
I can’t do this.
Not now.
I can’t fucking breathe.
She gasps as her gaze drops to my hands. “Shit, did you punch something?”
My chest rises and falls in heavy motions. “Yes.”
Because I don’t know what else to do with this anger.
“One of the reporters at work had a file and it fell open one day. It was Jolene’s case. The reporter told me she didn’t believe Jolene was guilty. I spent days going over the file, trying to tell myself to leave it, but the further I got into it, the more I started to believe in her innocence.” She gets her words out in a rush as if time is against her. “Luke, you have to believe me. I didn’t want to get involved—”
“Well, why the fuck did you? I told you about all the evidence we found, and that the lawyers and investigators we hired couldn’t prove her innocence. What made you think there was something we missed?”
“I went and spoke with Jolene.” Her eyes plead with me to hear her. “I think I believe her.”
My mind explodes with red.
No.
I clench my fists by my side.
The woman I love has been poisoned by the woman who stole everything from me.
Now she’s trying to steal Callie from me.
I grip Callie’s arms. “She’s guilty.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Luke. Will you just let me show you what I’ve found?”
I let her go. “Fuck, Callie! Will you just listen to yourself? Jolene has sucked you in, just like she sucked me in for years.”
Her face contorts with a flash of anger. “Will you listen to yourself? All I’m asking for is your time and for you to clear your mind for a moment so you can see for yourself.”
I stare at her for a long beat. “You think things are so black and white, Callie. They’re not. That woman broke me—she fucking decimated me—and I won’t give her the ability to do that again.” I jab my finger in the air at her. “You need to drop this now.”
She squares her shoulders. “And if I don’t?”
Our eyes are locked and our bodies are both tense with determination. “I won’t allow that shit in my life. It’s your choice.”
She watches me for what feels like hours, but it’s only moments. Her breathing is erratic and her stubbornness has settled over her like a blanket.
Time passes by in slow motion as she blinks. She moves out of my reach when she takes a step back. And her love packs up and goes home when she nods and says, “I can’t let an innocent woman rot in prison.”
The thing I’ll remember most is her back as she walks away from me. The vision sends chills through my bones because she has wrapped me with love for months and all I feel now is cold emptiness as she takes that love away.
32
Callie
“He was so angry… and so cold.” I wipe the tears from my eyes as I relay the fight to Avery. I’ve been sitting on her couch crying on and off for the last hour.
She hugs me. “Oh, baby, I’m sure he’ll calm down and come looking for you.”
I stay in her arms for a long time while I let the tears fall. When I finally pull away, I shake my head. “I don’t think so, A. I’ve never seen him so angry. And then at the end, so detached. It was like he’d already switched off his emotions. Oh, God…” Another rush of tears slide down my cheeks. My whole body is in agony, but it’s nowhere near as painful as the break in my heart.