Kimberly ❤️
"Kimberly, you look a little more calm this morning." Dr. Mitchell states.
"Yes sir." I say.
"I feel like asking you why will be invading your confidentiality. So, just give me a word to describe your current mood." He said.
"Content." I say.
He nods, writing it down.
"How are the kids doing?" He asked.
"They're doing pretty good. Their grades in school have been on point and they've really been helping me around the house. Especially the older kids." I say.
"That's great. How about the husband?" He said.
"The what?" I say, playing dumb.
"Your husband, Dak." He said.
"Oh how sweet of you to ask about Jimmy (Graham). He's doing great." I say, ignoring the question about Dak.
He sighs.
"He's cheating. Am I supposed to say he's doing good? No. But what I can say is that he's going to sign those divorce papers and me and the kids will be on our way." I say.
"Is that something you really want to do?" He said.
"That's like asking me if water is allowed under a bridge. Of course it is." I say.
He nods.
"Well, what works best for you works best for us all." He said.
"Every man for themselves and god for us all." I say.
Lord knows Dak needs him.
*****
25 year old Denise Gonzales was found dead in her apartment this morning. The cause of death being several gunshot wounds. Police are on the search of finding out who the potential killer is.
I sat at the counter, sipping my tea. I scrolled past the headline, looking for other articles to read. I got the papers again and I reserved a hotel suite for me and the kids to stay in until I could find us somewhere else to live.
I search for Matthew's contact, finding it automatically. I call him, listening to it ring twice before he picked up.
M: Hello?
K: Hey, how is everything?
M: Good so far. We cleared our tracks and we're on our way to California. We're gonna stay off the radar for a while, then we'll head back to Louisiana.
K: Okay. Thank you so much Matt.
M: No problem Kim. Take care of business.
K: I sure will.
M: Alright, I'll talk to you soon.
K: Okay. Bye.
M: Bye.
After that we hung up. I place my phone into my butt pocket. I skim through the papers to make sure that everything I'm required to sign is signed.
Once everything looked satisfying, I closed the folder and just waited. I waited a good 30-45 minutes before Dak walked through the door. He looked way past exhausted.
"How was practice?" I say bluntly.
"It went pretty well. Just going over simple plays, the usual." He said, checking his phone.
Probably waiting to see if his hoe called.
"Mmm. Well, you guys will do fine. Just keep practicing." I say.
