Page 33 of Midnight Between Us (The Timberbridge Brothers #4)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Keir,

I made it to Seattle.

Not sure how this is all going to play out.

The people helping me said I should rest tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow. They’ll figure out how to help me—whatever that means.

I feel kind of hopeful again.

Which is weird, because a week ago I couldn’t imagine how my life would unfold. I didn’t even know if there was any solution. A solution that didn’t include losing my future and fucking anybody else’s along the way. I kept hoping you’d help me—but you left before I could even say anything.

Truth is, I was scared to tell you.

Part of me thought you’d notice something was wrong.

Part of me hoped you’d ask.

Maybe if you had . . . but I guess the “ifs” don’t matter anymore, do they?

Hopefully, tomorrow’s better. I’ll keep you updated. It’s not like you’re reading these, but it feels like I need to tell you anyway.

It’s our thing, right?

I talk. You listen. This makes life feel less lonely.

Love,

Simone