Murders Of The Past

TWENTY

I WALK IN behind Vivian and Wesley. Vivian continues to walk through the hallway, Wesley goes into the kitchen, and I go to pass out on the couch.

  "You tired?" I hear Wesley laugh.

  "Uh huh."

  "Are you sleeping on the couch?"

  "Uh huh."

  "Are you already asleep?"

  "Uh huh." I hear him laugh again before silence. Finally.

  As if the universe hates me, my phone rings right then. My eyes shoot open and I glare at my phone that's on the floor. Growling, I grab it and answer it.

  "What." I grumble.

  "You broke up with Carlos!" I jump, pulling the phone away from my ear.

  "What?" I sit up, shaking myself awake.

  "You broke up with your husband!"

  "First of all, I don't think that's how that works. It's far more complex than that. Second, no, I didn't break up with Carlos. Why would you think that?"

  "Oh I don't know... because he came to my house and said, and I quote, Sadie just dumped me."

  "I did not..." I shake my head, groaning. "I did not break up with him."

  "You talked to him earlier, on the phone. You said you needed a break."

  "Yeah, from life. Not from him," I mutter to Adam. That sensitive idiot.

  "From life? You should probably tell him that. He's pretty upset."

  "What's he doing?" I ask, suddenly concerned. Did I break him again?

  "He's on my couch watching TV." Adam speaks in a whisper, "He's on my couch, Sadie. Get him off my couch!" I roll my eyes.

  "Just be glad he's not on your bed."

  "Why would he be on my bed?"

  "I don't know. Because he..." A smile tugs at my lips. "Because he wants to cuddle with you."

  "Ha ha."

  "I can tell you're amused by your enthusiastic voice," I say sarcastically.

  "Just call him and fix this." I sigh, dropping my smile.

  "No."

  "Why not?"

  "I need a vacation. I shouldn't even be talking to you right now."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I'm taking a vacation from my life."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means that... I just need some me time."

  "What's wrong? Is this about your dad?" I huff, frowning.

  "No, this isn't about my dad! This is about..." I shake my head. "Never mind." I stand up. "I'm going to sleep." I hang up, but instead of going to sleep like I told him I was, I walk out of the house and to my bike. I get on it and start it up, revving the engine, now realizing how quiet this area is.

  Where am I even going? I sigh. Who cares? I just need to ride for a while, wander around, clear my mind.

  "You're leaving?" I tense, looking up and seeing Wesley staring at me, arms crossed. "Just like that? No goodbye? Again?" I can hear the hurt in his voice. I look down at my bike before shutting it off. I look up at him.