Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“This doesn't have to be hard, Glory.” Graham lets out a long sigh. I pull out my phone and text my mom. I’m pretty sure they aren't going to let me take Corby’s car, so she’ll have to pick me up. It’s being searched as we speak. I hope Corby didn't keep any record of his own stalking in there. That sure as hell wouldn't look good. Then I remember I have some evidence of my own on Mark faking having a story to get me to meet him.
My mom pulls up about the same time Graham pulls away with Corby. I tell her the whole story as we follow them to the police station, where I spend the rest of my day. Corby’s agent actually called me at one point telling me they were en route here with a lawyer.
It took hours for them to get here and then hours for us all to be questioned.
Mark is fine, but I was reassured he also got cuffs slapped on him.
“We’re done, Glory.” I lift my head from where I laid it down on the table feeling exhausted. It’s well into the evening now. Corby’s lawyer Ms. Blake’s eyes softened when they met mine. That’s the first time I’ve seen them do that. The woman is a shark. At one point I felt bad for Graham. Not enough to call her off, though. “They are releasing him.”
I jump up from the chair, wanting to see him. He heads toward the front of the station where we have to wait. I pace back and forth while my mom keeps trying to get me to eat something.
I’m not hungry. I should be. It’s late, and I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning, which I didn't have much of because I wanted to go over to Mark’s. I’m the reason all of this happened. I should have never suggested that we go there.
When I see Corby head down the hallway toward the waiting area, tears fill my eyes. I’ve been holding them back all day. I make a run for him. Before I know it, I’m in his arms kissing him all over his face as I cry at the same time. All of the pent-up emotion I have pours out of me.
“Well, look at that. Glory finally let a man get close to her,” I hear Mrs. Davy say. She runs the front of the police station. The woman has been here forever. Sometimes she’ll slip me a little news here and there.
“Yes, I did.” I am planning on letting him get even closer if we ever manage to get the hell out of here.
“Have you eaten anything?” Corby asks me. He continues to hold me in his arms.
“I tried,” my mom huffs from behind me.
“Are you cleared?” I ask, ignoring them both.
“Yeah.” I cry harder. The relief I feel is overwhelming. “You’re killing me here.”
“I’m sorry.” I hiccup. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have suggested we go over there. We should have called the cops. My mom was right to be worried. I’m sorry.” He strokes my back. I cry harder because he’s being so sweet and I’m the one that got us into this mess.
“You have to calm down. Everything is okay. I’m fine. Seeing you this way is hurting me more than anything.”
“Can we get out of here?” Ms. Blake says. I lift my head from out of Corby’s neck and nod. When we are out front, we all say our goodbyes and Corby has a few heated words with his agent before we get in a car to head back toward his place.
“Whose car is this?” I ask.
He shrugs. I’m sure the police still have his. “Told them to get me one.”
It should be funny that he can tell someone to get him a car and one appears, but it’s not. It only makes my eyes fill with tears again because it’s my fault the police have his car to begin with.
“You’re killing me,” Corby says as he pulls up to his house. He puts the car in park, jumping out and coming around to open my door. He pulls me back into his arms. “If you think this is your fault, you're wrong. What happened with Mark was coming. In fact, it could have been worse from what my lawyer gathered.”
I jerk my head up from where I have it planted on his chest as he rubs my back. “What?”
“Not tonight. I know it’s your nature to ask a lot of questions, but I’m asking you to put them on the back burner. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He shakes his head, clearly not wanting to tell me something. If I had to guess, they found some crap at Mark’s or he’s at the hospital singing like a crazy canary. “Going to get you inside. Shower and feed you.”