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Demons? I have no idea what exactly Jenny is referring to, and I want to ask her for more but don’t get to because she already turned away.
“Okay, I took enough of your time already. Do what you have to do, boys. I gotta get back to Henry. See you Saturday at five. Don’t be late.”
Before I even open my mouth, she’s gone.
We measure the kid’s room and the bathroom before I make a quick sketch, and then we get the hell out of there. My head is a mess, and I feel the pressure building behind my eyelids with an ongoing headache. I try to process everything, but it’s too much.
Tommy starts the car, and as soon as we’re on the uneven road leading toward the city, he asks, “So, are we going to this thing?”
“It didn’t sound like we have much of a choice, right? We’re going.”
“What are you going to say to her?” I know exactly what her he’s referring to, and I close my eyes when the pain in my head sharpens.
“Fuck if I know, man,” I sigh.
“I guess you better think of something good then,” he states.
“Tommy?”
“Yeah?” He tilts his head in question.
“Shut the fuck up, man,” I snap at him and he smiles.
The rest of the drive, the car remains silent, which is the opposite of what’s happening in my head. God, I hope I can come up with a good speech and not make an idiot out of myself. Because somehow I know that Jenny gave me a chance to fix things, just as Brody gave me one when he hired me. And I know I better use it wisely because I won’t be getting this opportunity again. And that fact terrifies me.
CHAPTER XVII
CLAIRE
I started riding a bicycle lately, and I’m amazed by how much did I miss out on by not ever learning to do that before.
My therapist advised me to try it out, and honestly, I’m hooked. The fact that I’m no longer dependent on Jenny or Brody to drive me everywhere is a huge plus, but that’s not why I came to love it so much.
The wind in my hair, the sights passing me by, my wildly beating heart, and the healthy production of endorphins from the exercise makes me feel free and honestly happy. It kind of feels like flying.
I park my cute turquoise city bike in the garage and collect all my stuff from the little basket. I notice that Brody’s car is still not here and frown. Jenny hasn’t been saying anything about it, but I know she doesn’t like how much he works lately. I hope he’ll take it slow once the new baby comes.