He finishes just as Knox storms into the room, anxiety written all over his face.
Chapter Forty-Two
CARTER
Ipace back and forth as Knox goes to get Heather and Killian. My job is to calm the fuck down before our girl sees me like this.
Rolling my shoulders, I reach back and rub at the knot forming at the back of my neck. My chest tightens as the three of them come into view.
“If it was addressed to me, then I want to see it.”
Knox balls his hands into fists, and it’s clear he isn’t handling this much better than I am.
“It wasn’t addressed to you, Tesoro.”
Heather places her hands on her hips and glares at me and then Knox, her eyes filled with fury.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on.”
Killian watches us, also not knowing, but waiting patiently. I can see it on his face. He is wondering if he even wants to know, and I promise, he doesn’t.
I grab the note that came with it and hand it to her.
She reads it aloud and I wish she wouldn’t. I don’t want to hear the vile words coming out of her mouth.
Bonettis-
Why are you protecting her? Heather is a wicked girl. She has been evil from an early age and it only continues to progress. I trust when you see it for yourself you’ll save yourselves by walking away. Your souls can still be saved. I’m happy to allow her to come back home where she belongs.
Exodus 20:14 You shall not commit adultery.
She is my wife, and you are committing adultery. Stop now, and perhaps I will talk to the Lord and ask him to have mercy on your souls. Heather is not worth burning in the pits of hell for eternity. No one is.
Prophet Jedediah
Heather's hands shake, her eyes filling with unshed tears. I expected fear, but I’m looking at heartbreak.
“This was delivered here?”
Knox nods, answering her question, but doesn’t offer anything further.
“This was it? Nothing else?”
I drag my hand down my face, and she instantly spots my struggle.
“Carter,” she warns, her voice has a sharp, angry edge to it.
“There were hundreds of photographs.”
She knits her eyebrows together as if she’s trying to understand what I’m talking about.
“Polaroids,” Knox states, and Heather's face pales. She stumbles backward as if someone hit her.
Her breaths come out harsh, but it’s her voice that destroys me. She sounds so ashamed and I fucking hate it.