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Morning arrives far too early. I finished off the bottle of wine by myself before I went to sleep. My head is making me pay for it this morning. I’ve called in again. I’m pretty sure I can kiss any chance of a promotion goodbye. Fact is, after this, I may need to find a new job.
Justin, on the other hand, has decided to go handle some work projects for a couple of hours. He’s waiting for Cam and Kate to come home and settled. She’s going to need more than a few days of rest to recover from all of the broken ribs and bruises.
All I can think about as I make us some breakfast is how I can make it up to the people I love. This hell I’ve unleashed on them being here has to be handled. Justin wants to help, but the only thing I can think about is resolving this myself. If I’m the one Kent wants, I’m the one he’ll get. We’ll put this decade of hell to an end; and soon.
We have a nice morning. I make phone calls on behalf of Kate to the homeowner’s insurance to have them send a claims adjuster out. Then I call the police department for an official report number to give the claims adjuster.
Cameron brings Kate home early in the afternoon. We all get her settled into Cameron’s room. She’ll need an exorcism if she survives living in that room for a few days. Justin and I take turns ribbing him about his housekeeping skills (or lack thereof).
Justin dresses in his uniform and pulls me into his room for a chat before he leaves.
“Please, for the love of God, don’t do anything silly today. I’m going to be back in a couple hours. Cameron is perfectly capable of watching out for you two.”
I smile and cut my eyes. “Exactly what do you mean by ‘silly’?’
He’s using his serious face again. “You know what I mean. You can’t fix this. Stay here and let the police do their job.”