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Must be scary for you

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“Miss you too, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m so lonely without you.”

And I admit, “I’m lonely, too.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Soon, Michael.”

“How’s your Ma?” 

I’m tempted to say, “She misses you too,” which will make both of us burst in laughter. But instead I say, soberly, “She went back home. Left on a flight earlier this evening. Now I have the place all to myself.”

“Oh really? Show me how it looks!”

“Not much to see.” 

He chuckles. “Oh Ash, I bet you’re just saying that.”

On a whim, I text him the pics of the walls, the ones I’ve just taken. “See?”

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then he says, “There’s only one chair.”

“There is?” I cry. “Oh yes! I haven’t noticed it before.”

“I thought you’ve rented a furnished place.” 

“It is furnished, downstairs.” 

“Oh! Now I see a lightning bolt.”

“If you were here, you would hear thunder, too.”

“Must be scary for you.”

“It is.”

“Sweetheart,” he lowers his voice. “No wonder you miss me!”

For a moment, I’m close to telling him that I’m pregnant, but then the thought of hearing his breath catching in his throat stops me cold. What on earth can he say to such horrible news, especially when we’ve never made love, never gone beyond an innocent first kiss? Can he be expected to make promises, such as, ‘I’ll help you raise another man’s baby’?

“Sorry, Michael, I have to go,” I whisper, hoping he can’t detect the tears choking me.

With a slight push, I slide down the staircase. It’s steep—but thankfully, not slippery, thanks to leaving my boots on the other side of the hole. I crawl out through it and land in the living room with a sigh of relief. Close to exhaustion I gather myself up, go to the kitchen, take out the plate of cheesecake filled strawberries which Ma has prepared for me, and devour them down to the last one. 

Surprisingly, I feel no remorse whatsoever. In my condition, I’m eating for two.


(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)

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