Echoes of You: Chapter 40
Echoes of You (The Lost & Found Series Book 2)
I kicked back on the Adirondack chair Iâd picked up in town. It came with one of those footrest things that made for perfect lounging. I grabbed the tennis ball from my lap as I took a sip of my beer.
âSee, being suspended isnât so bad.â
Clyde stared up at me doubtfully.
âDonât give me that look. Itâll be awesome. Iâll be here to hang out with you all day long.â
He barked.
âOkay, okay.â I lobbed the ball from the back deck into the yard.
Clyde bounded after it. At least it wasnât my shoe. Iâd come home to another one destroyed. And he never went for the same set. Always a single one from each pair.
I took another sip of beer. I wanted the relaxation of the moment to really kick in. But it didnât. Instead, that low hum of anxiety still coursed through my muscles.
That was what Lawson had said as he drove me back to the station and deposited me at my vehicle. I wanted to trust the system Iâd spent my adult life a part of, but I knew it didnât always work the way it should.
Iâd called my dad on the way home. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He wanted me to hire a lawyer. Said it was the way these people played ball. But the idea of suing Adam for defamation of character just made me feel slimy.
With Dan, I knew everything would get sorted out easily. Heâd burned enough bridges that he didnât have a leg to stand on. And no one in the county wanted him on their SAR team. But Adam was different. He had made manipulation into an art form.
The sound of tires on gravel carried from around the house. Clyde let out a bark of warning.
I glanced at my watch. I shouldâve guessed that Maddie wouldnât make it to the end of her shift. Not when she was worried about me.
I hated that heâd done that, too. As if all Adam had put her through so far hadnât been enough.
The front door closed, but Maddie didnât say anything.
âBack here,â I called.
Clyde dropped the tennis ball beside my chair, and I threw it again. He took off after it.
The back door opened, and Maddie stepped out. The second I took in her face, I knew something was wrong. Her skin was far too pale, and her eyes were wide.
I kicked my feet off the footrest and stood, crossing to her. âWhat happened?â
âI-I shouldâve known.â
I brushed the hair away from her face. âShouldâve known what?â
Those deep blue eyes met mine, so full of sorrow. âThat heâd never let me go.â
My entire body went rigid. Was this because Iâd been suspended? âMads, itâll be okay. I promise. The council will see reason.â
She shook her head back and forth in a staccato rhythm. âYou donât get it. You donât get . Heâsâheâsââ
Maddie struggled to get the words out as her breaths came faster and faster, panic setting in.
âMadsâ¦â I pulled her into my arms, sitting on the Adirondack chair and holding her close. âYou gotta breathe.â
The tears started then, punctuated by her struggle for breath.
âNice and easy. In for three, out for three.â I counted them off for her, and she struggled to get control.
Slowly, Maddieâs breaths came easier, more evenly. I kept her folded in my arms.
âCan you tell me what brought this on?â
She gripped my T-shirt. âAdam called.â
I stiffened, my muscles turning to stone. âTell me you kept the voicemail.â
âI answered,â she said softly.
I inhaled sharply.
âI was so mad,â Maddie hurried to explain. âI just wanted him to stop.â
âWhat did he say?â My voice was remarkably calm. I didnât feel even an inkling of that calmness within me, but at least I wouldnât terrify Maddie.
She swallowed, trying to find the words. âHe taunted me with your suspension.â
Of course, he had. But that also told me he was keeping a close eye on the council and that he potentially had someone on the inside giving him information.
âHe said that if I met with him, heâd drop the complaint against you.â
My pulse thundered in my neck. âPlease tell me you didnât believe that.â
She scoffed. âOf course, I didnât. But I thought that if I just told him face-to-face that we were done, maybe heâd leave.â
I struggled to keep my hold on Maddie gentle. âDid. He. Touch. You?â
She shook her head. âNo. I made him meet me at Dockside Park where I knew there would be a bunch of people. Heâd never hurt me in public.â
Only in private. The way he had so many times before. The thought made me sick.
Maddie pulled back so she could see my face. âHe hates you.â
âI donât give a damn if he hates me. Heâs garbage.â
âNo, he you. He always has. I didnât see it until it was too lateâ¦â
Something about the complete despair in Maddieâs voice had dread setting in.
âWhat do you mean?â My voice sounded far away, even to my ears.
Tears tracked down her cheeks. âHe mustâve known how I really felt about you.â
Icy claws dug into my gut.
âAt first, he just got annoyed when you and I talked. Then he got angry. Would yell at me. Accuse me of being unfaithful.â
Sweat gathered at the base of my spine. âTell me he didnât hurt you because of me.â
The tears came faster, and I had my answer.
âHow often?â I asked.
I played back how the last few years had gone. At first, weâd talked daily, then less and less. Iâd been annoyed. Hurt. Angry that Maddie could move on so easily, as if I were just a casual acquaintance. But all that timeâ¦
âIt doesnât matter,â she said softly.
I stood, setting Maddie on her feet. I couldnât sit still. I had to move. Clyde jumped between us, thinking it was a game.
âOf course, it matters. How often?â My voice had a bite to it. It wasnât directed at Maddie. It was all for me. How could I have been this blind? Again.
Tears slid off her chin, falling to the ground. âNot every time.â
My heart stopped. âBut close.â My words were barely audible.
âHe didnât always hit me. Sometimes, he just yelled. But the day I left himâ¦You called to tell me about Drewâs lacrosse game. He wasnât supposed to be home for hours. I was so happy that we could just talk like old times.â
The conversation replayed in my mind. Weâd talked for longer than we had in months. Iâd been so damn relieved. Itâd felt like I had a piece of Maddie back.
âI didnât hear him come home. Usually, Iâm more careful, on alert, but we were laughing about the crazy parents yelling at the refâs calls.â
âThat one mom who got ejected.â My voice was dull, empty of all emotion.
Maddie nodded. âWhen I hung up, he stepped into the living room. He knew exactly how long weâd been talking. Had timed it. I tried to get away and run for the door, but he was on me too fast.â A tear slipped free, cascading down her cheek. âIâve never seen him that mad. I thought he was going to kill me.â
I sucked in a breath. Acid coated every atom, leaving behind burns Iâd never recover from.
I tried to do the math in my head. Calculate just how many times Iâd been the catalyst for Maddieâs torture. But there were too many to count.
âWhy didnât you just block my calls?â I croaked.
âI couldnât. It wouldâve been like cutting off a limb.â
Instead, sheâd paid the price for us both.