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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
*Trigger Warning: This chapter expresses strong themes of violence as we finally delve into Tori's abusive past.*
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Zak
Roughly a week after we had returned back to Las Vegas from our investigation in Utah, I immediately talked to my mom about what Karen (the psychic) said about Tori, knowing my mom was friends with a private investigator who worked for the state, her office being in the primary government building for Clark County.
After I gave my mom the green light to hire her after I couldn't find any public records myself, I got a text message the next morning that you see already.
Thank God I had gotten the text when Tori wasn't around, because I didn't want to tell her that I hired someone to look into her past when I couldn't ask her myself, but it was for her sake as I had a feeling that it wasn't a good childhood for her, and I didn't want to risk triggering anything by asking her about it.
But I also didn't feel like lying to her about a text message I received when I knew she'd ask me who texted me this early.
I walked downstairs to see Tori in the kitchen, Gracie sitting at her feet as she flipped eggs in the pan in front of her, humming away to a song in her head as she was oblivious to my presence there. I sat my phone and wallet on the counter before I slowly snaked my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck as I looked to what she was cooking.
My favorite breakfast ever - a ham and cheese omelet.
She always did stuff like this that - making something for me or doing something for me before she does something for herself, and I didn't feel like I deserved a woman like her. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Mmhm," She giggled before transferring the omelet from the pan to the plate. "Surprised you're up this early."
"It's gonna be a busy day today, but I smelled something from upstairs and wanted to see what you were up to."
"I see. What're the plans for today?"
"I need to go to the County Clerk's office to renew my registration," I lied, and God I hated it. I mean, it wasn't all a lie because I did need to get my car reregistered, but that wasn't the only reason why I was going. "Then after that, I need to stop by the museum. Do you have any plans for the day?"
"Well, Sam was gonna come over and show me some songs he wrote. Me and him haven't gotten to hang out in a while. We might go and get lunch or something or have a movie day."
"I know you, you're going to want to sing, and I just want you to know that you need to be careful because I don't want you to get a headache."
She giggled, "Yes, sir."
"I'm only saying that because you've been making a really good recovery so far and I don't want anything to happen. I know those high notes you hit," I chuckled into her neck, placing another kiss there. "When is Sam coming over?"
