Page 28 of Twisted Trust

“Goodbye, Maeve.”

I stumble through the hotel in a daze.

A week ago, Levi cornered me in the elevator and I was stupid enough to goad him.

Something about his presence just riles me up.

Maybe it’s a protective instinct or just my stubborn streak that I never grew out of.

Half of what he said barely made any sense.

Five years ago, I was told he’d died in a terrible accident and it felt like my life was over.

To make matters worse, I was told that his family were hunting me down because they blamed me for distracting him and putting him off his game.

So I ran and I hid, finding out I was pregnant a month later.

I was alone, scared, and my heart was in pieces, but I kept going until I brought Scott into the world.

But not long after he took his first breaths, I fell so terribly sick that I feared death would take me too.

I tried to reach out to Levi’s parents in the hopes that they would take care of Scott if anything happened to me.

That’s when I learned Levi was alive and my attempts to reach out had only put me and my son on his radar.

Where I hoped for a loving reunion, I was met by someonesympatheticto my cause who told me Levi blamed me for some deal gone wrong and was going to hunt me down.

If I wanted to save my baby, I had to run far, far away.

So I did.

I fled New York and set up a new life in Las Vegas.

A life that’s now crumbling down around my ears all because of stupid Levi and his annoyingly handsome face.

Would he have had something to do with this too?

As much as I want to blame him, this doesn’t feel like his style.

If anything, he’d want to keep me in the same place and not risk my running away because I lost my job.

This is on me.

Blaming Levi for distracting me this past week since we met in the elevator is just me trying to shift the blame.

This is on me.

“Fuck.” My curse carries out into the night air and is whisked away by the chaos of early evening on the strip.

Everyone is in their own bubble, caught up in their own world with no care for anyone around them.

So no one stops to check on me as I stand on the sidewalk with tears in my eyes and a crushing dread growing in my chest.

Then it hits me like a physical blow to the chest.

CPS will have a field day with this. As soon as Hillary learns I’ve lost my job, she’ll make sure I never see Scott again.

It’s slipping. It’s all slipping. My life. My child.