Reticent

Chapter Twenty-Two; anger

It's been two weeks. Two weeks since that demented psycho stole my husband. How can someone do that? How can someone tear apart a family so selfishly? I've been punching my pillow at night, seeing her face with every blow. I actually pray for her death. I pray to god every night for her to die violently.

Now I was at lunch with Gemma. We were mostly chatting about her pregnancy. I kept asking questions because I didn't want to tell her about my current situation.

"How's Halley doing in New York?" She asked after taking a bite of her pasta.

"She's fine." I shrugged.

"What's her internship like?" She asked, noticing my short responses.

"Busy." I take a bite of my salad to prevent her from asking any more questions.

"Taylor?" She asked. I didn't look up at her, I kept staring at my leafy greens. "Taylor." She reached her hand across the table and touched my hand. I looked up at her, my eyebrows raised. "It's okay. He'll come back." She said. I breathed in my food and ended up coughing. I shook my head, trying to deny her comment, and drank some of my water.

"What?" I asked.

"Harry will come back. Everything will be okay." She said with a sympathetic smile.

"What do you mean? He's- he's fine?" I tried to laugh it off. If Gemma knows, that means Anne will know too. And then my children will know. I'm not prepared for everyone knowing and blaming me for it.

"He hasn't talked to any of us for a week. I know when my brother is gone. I'm just- I'm sorry that he left you." She shook her head. My concerned look was now replaced with a glare. I calmly grabbed my things and stood up from the table.

"I'll see you when I see you." I said surly-like, and then walked away. I just got in my car and drove off. On my way home, the Bluetooth started ringing throughout my car. I was hesitant to answer because I was so upset I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I finally answered and found that it was John, which created a stir in my stomach after what he said.

"Mrs. Swift?" He asked, hearing my breathing. "Did you hear what I said?" He asked.

"I- uh,"

"They found a body outside of missions lake, Mrs. Swift. It matches Harry's description. You need to come down and identify it."

"A body?" I asked. "Like a dead body? You think he's dead?" I asked, getting angry. "Why did you take this case if you think he's dead?! Are you really that doubtful, John? I trusted you! I trusted you to find my husband and I gave you everything I had!" I screamed while driving down the freeway.

"Mrs. Swift, try to calm down. I do not think he's dead, not since I started this case. Katherine wouldn't kill him, if she's in love with him. She will force him to live her sick life that really mimicked your life with him. She'd never kill him." He said calmly.

"Why do you think it's him!" I yelled. I must have been doing ninety on a busy freeway. I don't know what got into me, I was suddenly filled with a boiling rage and my foot wouldn't come off the gas.

"Taylor!" He yelled. "Take a deep breath and try to calm down." He said. "I do not think your husband is dead. It's procedure; when we find a body that matches the missing person's identity, we ask the loved one to make sure it's not them." He explains.

I took a few deep breaths and pulled over. "Do I have to do it right now?" I asked calmly now.

"Before five." He says. I look at the clock and see that it's almost noon, so I still had time. We talked about some more stuff before ending the call. I started driving away from my house, towards the cemetery.