Wesson Excerpt 3
Cora stops in front of her black SUV and pauses. “It’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me. I’m not going to fall apart. I have R-squared to think about.” Her eyes are hardened, and there’s no warmth in her voice. She’s like a robot. Alarmed, I glance at Danny. He gives a slight shake of his head.
“Honey, you’re not okay,” I begin. I run my hand down her arm.
“No, but I will be. I need to be alone right now, Ro. Please, I can’t.” She grips the door handle tight, like it’s the only thing keeping her on her feet. “I refuse to go back to the woman once was. While you were gone I learned to swim in the big waves alone. I can’t lose that skill when I know I’m going to need it. ” Her eyes widen and her voice shakes. “You understand?”
“Cora, we’re your family,” I say wounded by the wall I’m watching her place up brick by brick.
“Yes, you are, nothing will change that.” She swallows and exhales slowly. “ A lot has happened, and priorities are shifting. You guys have to turn your attention to other things, and that’s how it should be.” Her words feel like a rip in the seams of our relationship. For so long it’s been the four of us, and now we’re down to three, with her back peddling so fast I can only describe it as running. Cora reaches out and takes my hand. Her eyes soften. “Right now, we all need to play our parts. Wesson comes first. It’s the main priority. I can manage. Besides, Danny needs you know more than he ever has.”
“I’m fine,” Danny says immediately. I look into his dilated eyes and know she’s right. Damn you Dallas. I want to strangle him, but I know deep down he too is a victim of circumstance. You can only expect a man to shoulder so much weight.
Cora smiles sadly. “No, you’re not. None of us are, and we won’t be for awhile. Samson.” The use of his road name makes him stand a little straighter. “We know you never wanted this. Life has a funny way of forcing us into shit we want to avoid most.” She snorts. “Trust me on this. Thing is, you’ve always been good at fixing things.” She shoots me a knowing look. It’s like that with us. No words need to be spoken aloud. Danny’s holding on by a fragile string. I’m his lifeline. The very future of the club depends on it, so I suck it up, like we’ve all done time and time again. I wonder once more what happened while we were away at college. Its clear Cora has taken to keeping secrets, and I want to know why. How could so much change in a year?
I watch helplessly as she climbs into the car, starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot.
“Meeting.” Reapers rusty voice cuts through the noisy crowd like a hot knife through butter.
“I gotta do this Ro.” Danny bends down and kisses my head. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes are wild.
“I’ll be waiting at the bar when you’re done Samson,” I say placing my palm flat on his chest. His heart is beating mile a minute, and I know Cora was right. This is where I need to be. I want to go back to before we unraveled. He wraps an arm around my waist, and we walk back into the club. I never knew I’d miss that two-bedroom apartment and the small town where we attended so much. For the first time in our lives, we were allowed to put ourselves first. As we go inside and he heads to church and I head to the bar I feel a divide the size of the Gulf of Mexico stretch between us. The club had swallowed us whole again, and this time I wasn’t sure we would come out on top. I sink down at the bar and time rewinds. Are we paying for the happiness we found away from the club? I don’t have the answers, but I cling to the memory of those happy days because right now it’s all I have to keep me from bawling at this bar like a little bitch.
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