I hate autumn. It’s cold like winter, without the snow. It’s gross like spring without the rain. It’s nothing like summer, they just sleep together. It’s an absolutely useless season.
Sure, it’s pretty. And Halloween is my favourite holiday for obvious reasons.
But I’d be perfectly happy with Halloween being a trudge through the snow or a backyard barbeque affair. It’s not the weather that makes it spooky, it’s the fact that I get to hang bodies from trees and people think they’re decorations for a whole month.
Thank god for capitalism.
Halloween is a month away, though, so right now autumn is a useless season. I can’t even pretend to bundle up in a sweater and a mug of apple cider and stare wistfully out the window as the leaves fall, because I’m still on the road trying to track down the people who are threatening my family.
It’s like last summer. Except it’s cold. And I have to share a rental van with Heather.
Why is it that I can never catch a break? It seems like every year, there’s some new crisis or tragedy that affects me and my family. This is nothing compared to…everything we’ve been through. But I’m just tired of it all. I want to find these people. I want to find these people, kill them, and get on with my life.
Why can’t I just murder in peace?
I’ve been thinking about what to do with Heather. On one hand, she betrayed my trust in the worst way. On the other hand, she had, what she thought, were good intentions and she is still my best friend.
Strong relationships are based on trust and forgiveness. What happens when you only have one of the two?
Now I have to share a car with her as we try to track down these people.
We found the address to the private investigation firm and got there easily enough. Except it was an address to an abandoned warehouse. No PIs have ever worked there for five years. It was easy enough to track down their new location but it was a few days’ drive. We got to their new location and from the lobby, Heather was able to identify a photo of the woman who threatened her but she’s currently “out on assignment”. A few missing fingernails got me the information of what her assignment was, which has led us even further from home.
I do not want to be chasing this woman around the country. I want to be with my family. I want to get back to the life we had before.
Before what? I don’t know. So much has happened.
I miss the days when it was me, and James, and Sandra and Jason (ignorant as ever). We were happy that way. And now it’s gone and it’s never coming back. Missing it doesn’t mean I can’t move forward.
Because I have to.
There’s no way back.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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