She's been growing more and more distant from me. We barely talk nowadays. She seems threatened by my presence and always has her eyes on me. The trust, the bond we once had is gone.
"Do you have Laura's number?" I ask her. Tara looks at me with a suspicious face. "Why?"
I fumble. "I want to ask her something."
Tara hands me her phone. "You can call her from mine. It's her CBI number so it's safe and encrypted."
I thank her, and dial Laura's number. It rings twice before she picks up. "Hey, how you doing?"
"Hi, Roger here." I pause, wondering if this is a bad idea.
"Oh, hey Roger! What's up?"
I fumble with my words. "Can I- Do you know if I can move? Somewhere else? Maybe a place of my own?"
Tara's eyes widen. "Wait, Roger-"
Laura replies. "Well, they have individual rooms at the HQs. Since you are Tara's guest, I could get you one."
"You can?"
"Yep! When do you want to move?"
I look at Tara's shocked expression. "As soon as possible."
"Ok, I'll have an agent pick you up in an hour?"
"Sure. Thanks." I cut the call and look at Tara.
"You can't trust me anymore and are uncomfortable with me here. I'll go."
"Roger, it's not like that-" She starts.
"It's fine."
I start packing all my stuff as she disappears out of sight. I've made my decision. This will be better for the both of us.
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A beat-up SUV appears at the doorstep. "Roger, it's not safe for you to be alone."
I shake my head, I need to go. She grunts in frustration and goes back into the house.
She comes back and pulls me towards her. "Here-" She stuffs her revolver in my back pocket and and fastens a bracelet to my wrist. "Don't take it off."
"I can't make calls to the HQ dorms so we'll write to each other. Regularly. I will keep an eye on you and if you need anything, you can talk to Laura." She almost looks sad to see me leaving.
"I'll be fine." I protest.
"I know you will."
She watches me climb into the car and waves goodbye as I leave. I watch her get smaller and smaller as I drift farther away from her. I take a deep breath and remind myself that it's for the best.
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