I sometimes
wonder what my life would be like if I’d never met James. I try not to think
about it too often because the answer is always “dead or in jail”. That man
saved my butt, and he knows I didn’t marry him for love but he still stuck
around until I figured it out.
I will
never tire of talking about how much I love him.
But that
wasn’t always the case. And I didn’t always trust him. And the way I made sure
I could trust people was to create a dossier. Blackmail for when things
inevitably went south.
I made one
for James. I looked into his life, his family and friends, his whole sordid
history. And I kept that file in a box along with my journals so that it was
always safe from any prying eyes – including his.
I’ve never
told him. He might understand but I hate even the possibility of putting doubt
into his mind.
When I knew
I could trust him, I burned the file. But it doesn’t erase all that research
from my mind.
So why didn’t
I know about Casey?
I looked
into her – Casey’s mother. I knew about their relationship; I was always fine
with it even if he was nervous to tell me about it. But she didn’t have a
daughter. Not with anyone. I don’t know why I didn’t look more into it when he
first brought her home. I mean she looks like him.
There was a
thing on social media last night. A call for information across the country.
About a girl who ran away from a juvenile detention centre a week’s drive from
where we are. She was wanted for attempted murder
Bore a striking
resemblance to Casey.
I
confronted James about it after she’d gone to bed. I wanted him to tell me
first. And he told me; about finding her in hiding after escaping, about
realizing her potential, about claiming her as his own because he knew I would
never deny her then.
He’s right.
I’d forgive him anything, but keeping a girl like that secret without a personal
connection would have been harder.
He didn’t
expect the manhunt to extend this far and now we’re all in danger.
I have a
few options now. I could kill her, hide all evidence that we ever knew her. We
could go on the run. We’ve done it before; just uproot our lives again. Or we
could help her escape.
Trouble
with the first option is, I’m too far gone. She’s mine now and I can’t kill her
even if she was never James’ to begin with. I could uproot my life if that were
the only option but I would resent them both for making me do it again.
The only
option is to help her. Make it official – we have all the forged documents
already. But as long as they’re looking for her, she’ll never be safe. So, we
make sure they stop searching.
I suppose
whether I like it or not, I have a daughter to protect.
I asked him
why he did it. Why he put us all at risk. Why we lost Jason.
He told me
that I looked lonely. That he knew I needed someone to take care of. Someone I
could share my passions with. Someone I could love again. So he picked up a
stray who needed a home and we made a new family together.
I will
never tire of talking about how much I love him.
But if I’m
going to keep all of my loved ones safe, I need to find a body that will pass
for Casey and make sure no one hurts my family again.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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