Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 50

Stevies Pov
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Tears well in my line of vision as the persistent ticking of the wind shield wipers squeak across the windshield of my car. Outside as dreary and bleak as I feel on the inside. The light drizzle matching the drops on my cheeks.  Like the skies predicted the outcome of today's events.

I don't know why I decided to come here. The gloomy weather sets the cemetery to a haunting mood. Most would find that creepy, but in this moment all I could care is the fact my father lies here under the ground. Withering away from a past life built on lies that he told.

It isn't the fact he cheated that I am most upset about. It's the fact it took me this long to understand my father wasn't the person I thought he was.

I had a image in my head, that I built surronding my parents relationship. It was the embodiment of love they shared. Now it's all a facade, not even real.

"Well this is fucking depressing." I whisper to myself in the quietness of my car. Finding the peace of being alone, but also wishing I stayed with the guys so I could find my answers.

Dead men don't talk, and being here isn't the way to go to uncover how long my father's affair had been going on before he died. Did my mother even know? Six years without knowing is a long time for my mother not to have noticed. I wouldn't even no where to begin to ask her about this.

My heart hurts for my mother, she adored my father. It's the only time I ever really seen her carefree of all responsibilities. She laughed so much when he was alive. It's like a light got snuffed out when he died.

I try to recall my dreams the past few weeks to see if they will give me answers. The woman I saw was not Sin's mother. It was another one. It is like my subconscious has been trying to get me to remember all the devious things my father ever did. I know for one thing for certain, he has a thing for blondes. But the woman in my dreams I can't tell if I saw her in real life or not.

I snap from my depressing thoughts as I hear someone tap on my window. I glance to my right to see Heath's brown eyes looking at me with his eyebrow furrowing.

I sigh as I unlock the door for him. A goodbye to my solemn solitude, but thankful I am no longer talking to myself.

I sniffle quietly as I brush my cheeks, wiping away any trace of my tears. Yet I know he knows I have been crying because as he makes himself comfortable on my passenger seat. His eyes lock with mine in a heartbreaking moment.

"Gatita." He whispers briefly, licking his lips. The moment making my body tingle, but it's gone before I can act on it. The painful emotions I'm feeling, are snuffing out any ounce of sexual attraction that I get around him usually.

"How did you find me?" I ask curiously, my head down as I pick at the lent on my ripped jeans. Anything to not make eye contact with him.

I can feel the heat of his stare graze across my movements. Reading me in his usual calm demeanor. Something I never can get use to with him. Sin yells, and I match him with my own exploding temper. Beau is to shy to dominate a conversation, leaving me to be the one to do most of the talking. I never minded any of it. I actually love how our communication dynamic plays out.

However, Heath makes me nervous. His observing eyes always gather information. Like he knows what you will say before you even say it. Talking to him makes my breathing race with excitement, and slight nervousness.

"If I were you this is where I would go. I figured it was the best place to look." His voice, deep and clear.

Damn him for knowing me so well. I curse to myself. But I couldn't help the slight quirk of my mouth as it tries to break into a smile that him knowing me so well brought a lick of warmth into my chest breaking the coldness of my grief.