Page 15 of Chasing Ink (House of Ink #3)

My New Life

A listair

I eat. I work. I sleep ... barely.

Every time I get in my truck I find my way to the edge of town, subconsciously wanting to head home. But I don’t.

I miss my family.

I miss my friends.

I miss Skye.

But this is for the best, I am certain of that. Or at least that is what I try to convince myself of daily.

My new cell phone rings and I answer without looking at the caller ID. I know it’s Laine because no one else has this number.

“Why don’t you just come home?” he asks.

It’s the same question he asks every day and I never answer him. I no longer have a home.

“How is she doing?”

“She is pissed off,” he replies with a chuckle. “We had dinner last night and she made her feelings clear. Be happy you’re not here, or you would have lost you balls.”

I smile but it feels off.

“Just...”

“What, Alistair? You know that you’re the only person that can fix this.”

“There’s no fixing this, Laine. I can’t take back what I’ve done.”

“Just come home.” His anger bleeds through. “We all miss you.”

“I’ll talk to you tonight.”

I end the call and rub at my chest. But it doesn’t do anything for the pain.