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Knowing how far the nearest office is, I quickly hand over the identification, confident I can get out of here before they arrive.
She frowns as her eyes scan the computer screen.
“Box two-thirty-one?”
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
“That box has already been closed.”
My hands start to shake immediately. I wanted closure. The new direction I want to take my life demands it. Without the necklace and diary destroyed, I’ll never be able to move on. I’m certain of it.
“Closed? That’s not possible.”
“Just a few weeks ago,” she says, pointing at her screen as if I can see it from this side of the high counter.
“By whom?” I snap, my palms sweaty.
“Your husband. Angel Guerra.”
My heart fucking stops. I swear it. Not beating, no sound around me, nothing.
The rush of it all coming back nearly takes me to my knees.
The teller watches my face, and I’m able to see hers go from business to concern.
“Is everything okay, ma’am?”
I shake my head, but it’s more rejecting this entire situation than answering her questions.
“Are you unsafe? Now that I think about it, I remember the man that came in. Has he hurt you? I can call the police if you’re under duress.”
I back away from the counter.
She’d never understand my position, that Angel hurt me many times but I also liked it.
There’s no way a woman in a bright pink dress and lovely blonde curls haloing her face wouldn’t gasp at the bruises that man has put on my body or understand that I hate that the last ones are already fading.
“Did you say weeks ago?”
She nods, giving me the exact date. It’s the day after I climbed into the truck with Ryder, the guy I thought was boring, who also ended up being the ringleader of the group that abducted me.
“My mistake,” I tell her before turning around and hauling ass out of the damn bank.
Angel has my things.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I know I confessed about the stuff when I was drunk. I didn’t tell him that my hometown was in Dighton, but the man has to be skilled enough to track down that information with my legal name.
I practically handed it to him.
Emotions swirl inside of me, leaving me confused, wanting answers to questions I have no business even thinking.
Is this part of his game?
Did he do it to hurt me?
Does he want me back?
Can I survive not destroying them?