I could go to jail for what I was doing.
I didn’t care. Waking in Cross’ arms, I’d started the process of shoving her back down. I’d numbed myself, only feeling a third of what I could handle, but I’d stopped halfway. I didn’t know why. Normally, I couldn’t wait to turn off my emotions, but this morning, after feeling that with Cross, knowing how special it was, there was an ache I hadn’t felt in a long while. Months maybe.
It was nearing seven in the morning now. The timing was stupidly close, but I couldn’t stop myself.
Crawling over the fence, I didn’t unhook the latch because I saw they’d finally smarted up and bought a full fence that went all the way around their lawn. Who knew what other changes they’d made. They’d gotten a dog since my last visit, but the toys were the same.
I’
