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I shrugged. “I don’t even. . .know what you’re saying?”
He ignored me and wrote odd things over and over. “Where could she be?”
“W-what about me?”
He stopped writing and turned around. “What do you mean?”
“When was I. . .” My eyes watered. “When was I born?”
“You were born after the fire.”
“The fire?”
“The day when Lunita killed. . .him. The day Xavier’s girls and our father and others died in the fire. That was the day you showed up. You came up out of the basement.”
Tears left my eyes. “I don’t remember anything before the fire.”
“Because you didn’t exist before then.”
I sobbed and my head began to spin, and the room swirled around me in this overwhelming dizzying dance.
And I wasn’t sure what had triggered it.
Maybe it was the fact that I was not the original, that the very essence of who I thought I was. . .was a facade.
More tears fell down my cheeks.
Then, darkness bled through the light.
It just appeared around me.
Shadows and splotches of black sprouting in pockets of the air and spinning around my body in a whirlpool of black.
Then suddenly, Delphine’s voice whispered in my ear, “Come on back, child. Come on.”
I trembled.
“Come on.”
And the darkness swallowed me whole.
Chapter eighteen
Love Is Like a Gun
Kazimir
How is my mouse? Is she finally getting the healing she deserves?
The chaotic situation with the Alligator Don had me sprinting back to the hotel, desperate to scrub away the layers of grime, blood, and sweat that clung to my skin. In no time, I changed—black pants, black shirt, black boots. If a corporate idiot’s uniform was a suit, black casual served as my attire for death.
What is my mouse doing now? How is she?
I tried calling Emily.
She never answered, leaving me alone with my racing, anxious thoughts.
Minutes later, I was back in the car.
