She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Dylan, if I let him go, he’ll never stop coming for us. We’ll never be safe. I have to protect you. You and your brother and sister. From all monsters—under the bed and inside the house.” She turned back, her jaw tight, but he put his hand on her arm.
“Please. For me. Please don’t kill him. Just let him go. Just…let's go get Maisy and Riley. Let’s just go.” When he looked at me, his eyes were cold and dead. Emotionless. It was like looking at a stranger.
He hated me.
Well, join the club, kid.
“Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I can’t lose you, too.” He sobbed against her shoulder. “I can’t lose you, too.”
She dropped the gun to her side, pulling him into a hug, and stared at me over his shoulder. “Go, Peter. Go and never come back. This is the last warning I’ll ever give you.”
“Neither of you mean this. You’re…angry and hurt, but…”
“Go, Peter.” She’d already turned away from me, leading Dylan back over to where Matt lay. Dylan helped her apply pressure in what felt like a scene from my worst nightmare, as they worked to save a man that wasn’t me. A man that would ruin my whole life. A man that had taken what was mine.
I stood there for several seconds, watching it unfold, before turning and walking away. I didn’t run—didn’t need to. They weren’t watching and they didn’t care.
After everything I’d done to protect my family, everything I’d done to save my marriage, they’d all given up on me.
People are so disappointing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
AINSLEY
ONE YEAR LATER
“Well, what do you think of the place?” I asked the kids, staring around the foyer of our new home.
“It’s really nice, Momma,” Maisy said. “Can I pick my room?”
“Of course. You’d better, in fact, before Aunt Glennon and Uncle Seth get here to pick out theirs.”
“Race ya,” Riley said, elbowing her playfully before the two dashed across the room and up the stairs.
Dylan stayed behind, remaining beside me, and when we were alone, he cleared his throat. “This is nice. I think Boulder could be good for us.”
“I think so, too. New scenery. New memories to make.”
“Yeah, it’s cool.” He was quiet for a second, looking around. “Is Matt going to move in, too?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Would you be cool with it if he did?”
He thought about it for a moment, then said, “I think so. Yeah.”
“Good to know. We haven’t made any plans for that. Right now, he’s going to stay at his apartment here, and we’ll take things slow.”
“He moved across the country for you, Mom. I wouldn’t exactly call that slow.”
I patted his shoulder. “You kids are my top priority, okay? Now that you’re settled and enrolled in school, and we’re finally out of that apartment, we’ll see what happens. But I’m enjoying time with just you guys. I’m not looking to change that anytime soon.”
“Okay. Cool.” He nodded. “Hey, uh, they’re…they’re doing okay.” He jutted his head toward the stairs. “I check in with them sometimes, just in case, and they miss him, but they’re okay. We’re all okay.”
I pressed my lips together, tears stinging my eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What did I ever do to deserve a kid like you?” I asked, pulling him in and kissing the top of his head. He wrapped one arm around me in a halfhearted hug.
“Just lucky, I guess.” When he pulled away, he pointed toward the stairs. “I’m going to go see if there are any rooms left that haven’t been claimed for libraries and gaming lounges. Love ya.”
“I love you too, kiddo.”
As he bounded up the stairs, Glennon appeared in the doorway. “Knock knock.” When she saw me, she paused, tilting her head to the side with concern. “Everything okay?”
“More than okay.” I slipped my arm around her waist, tears stinging my eyes. “Thank you for…for everything, Glennon.”
“You know I’ve got your back, babe. This family may be a little dysfunctional—”
“I prefer to think of it as modern.”
She laughed. “Modern then, it may be a little modern, but we’ll make it work. We’ll be the best damn family this world has ever seen.”