Ruthless Salvation

22

Even now, I craved the taste of her. If I didn’t think she’d run from me, I’d wake her up with my tongue and remind her how good we were together. Not today. Not when she was already wary of me.

I took one last long look, then turned for the door. That was when I noticed the magnets on her fridge. She had those multicolored letters made for children to practice learning letters and words. She also had printed words on small strips of magnet—the sort used to make fridge poetry—but the thing that caught my eye was despite the chaos, I could make out my name right in the middle. The letters weren’t placed together or even all right side up, but they were there. T.O.R.I.N.

Before I knew what I was doing, my finger gently guided them around until they were all straight. What were the chances those letters happened to be close to one another? Had she spelled my name on her fridge at some point?

Even if she hadn’t, I liked knowing it was there now. That was why, despite my better judgment, I left them as they were before slipping out as quietly as I’d let myself in.

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MAYBE IT WAS TIME TO TRY OUT THE MOUNTAINS OUT WEST. I’D SEEN beautiful photos of Montana in the summer. I hadn’t ventured that far north because of the cold, but maybe it was time. Maybe leaving big cities behind was exactly what I needed.

If that was the case, why did I feel like crying?

Each website I visited displaying the amenities of a potential destination ratcheted the vise around my chest tighter and tighter until my heart was lodged in my throat. I didn’t want to leave. No, it was worse than that. The thought of leaving scratched open the scabs littering the surface of my heart.

I had friends for the first time in years. I had an apartment I loved, and a job I enjoyed when my boss wasn’t making me feel a hurricane of emotions. How was I supposed to leave Micky and disappear without a word? I’d been so cautious in the past not to let myself get close to people for that reason. Leaving would have been so much harder.

This time was supposed to have been different.

I was supposed to be free to establish roots, but that had all fallen apart. Not only was I contemplating leaving but it would be ten times worse than any move I’d made before. I couldn’t leave a trail. I would have to keep Micky in the dark. How insufferably cruel for both of us. I’d miss her down to my toes, and she’d probably call the National Guard when I turned up missing.

I closed my laptop, needing a break. My poor ravaged heart could only take so much. Getting the mail wasn’t particularly enjoyable since it was only ever bills and junk, but it was a distraction I sorely needed, so I grabbed my keys and made for the elevator.

Lucky me, Ralph was in the lobby where the mailboxes were located. I kept my head down hoping to avoid him.

“Hey, Stormy. Long time no see!”

I grimaced. “Hey, Ralph. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. I saw that friend of yours leaving this morning. Hope he saw the new security panel. No need for him to worry anymore.” Ralph came closer, but I hardly noticed. I was too confused trying to figure out what he was talking about.

What friend had he seen leaving this morning? Did he mean Torin dropping me off out front?

“This morning? Or do you mean last night?”

“Nah, this morning. What was it … about six thirty, I think.” He puffed out his chest. “Can’t sleep the day away, lots to do around here.” That wasn’t Torin. Then who?

An icy chill engulfed me. “What exactly did this friend look like?”

“Tall with curly brown hair. Blue eyes. Looked like he’d seen a fist or two recently.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Gotta say, not sure he’s the sort you wanna hang around wit.”

A whole new set of alarms sounded in my head. That was Torin. But what had he been doing at the building hours after he’d dropped me off?

“Just out of curiosity, was he in the building when you saw him?”

Ralph’s eyes narrowed with the dawning suspicion that this man might not actually have been my friend. “Yeah, he was headed out the front door when I came down the stairs. I didn’t want to call after him and wake anyone up.”

What the heck was Torin doing in my building? How did he even get in?

“Wait, why were you wanting to know if he’d seen the panel?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “Did he talk to you about it?”

A fleeting sneer tugged at his upper lip. “Yeah, he has a real way with words, that one.” Ralph’s right hand clasped his left elbow as though implying Torin had gotten rough with him.

Holy crap! Had Torin threatened Ralph on my behalf?

Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he knew someone else in the building.

Seriously, Storm? You think he’s stalking two of you in the same building?

“He’s an intense kind of guy.” I gave him an awkward smile. “I left the oven on, so I’d better get back upstairs.” I hurriedly unlocked my mailbox, grabbed its contents, and waved my goodbye.

What the heck was I supposed to think about this new information? Every time I turned around, Torin was looking out for me—at the fight, with customers, and now with my super—but he did it in the most unconventional, overbearing sort of way. What if his protective gestures turned possessive? I knew all too well how these things could morph before your eyes.

I stood inside my apartment, the closed door at my back, and wondered why Torin had been in the building this morning. Why had he come back?

Sorting through the handful of envelopes, I found nothing that looked out of the ordinary. He hadn’t dropped off a note in my box. Nothing had been slipped under the door, and the lock showed no signs of a break-in. What had he been up to?