G, I knew you would come when you realized I was gone. I’m not stupid, I knew there was a microphone in the medallion. How else could you always know when I was in trouble?
Please, take it with you when you go. I can’t do this anymore. Having your necklace around my neck made me think I was yours, that maybe I belonged to you, but I’ve realized that’s a fantasy I’ve been feeding myself. If you wanted me, you would have already made me yours. My mistake. I’m sorry, I just didn’t understand before now.
Maybe I am stupid after all.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter.
Take the necklace. Don’t worry about me anymore. I’m not your responsibility. I never was, although I’m thankful for all the times you saved me.
Goodbye, G.
Monroe
The paper fell to the floor without me realizing as I stared down at the medallion hanging from the chain in my hand. She had realized there was a microphone.
Which meant she really did know she was talking to me all those times…
Fuck.
And now I didn’t know where she was.
I sucked in a deep, calming breath that did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest or the constriction around my heart.
Unacceptable.
I needed to hear her voice. Her heart beating. I needed to know she was safe. That no one had harmed her. No one had taken my precious one from me.
I would find her.
And I would take what was mine.