When Dallas was younger she’d really thought that
there was a possibility that Willford knew everything. She had
a slightly eerie sensation standing in the alley, that he’d been
able to see her, even long after she was gone. That he was able
to understand her pain. Or maybe he just knew from
experience that people made mistakes. Dallas was young. She
was naïve and inexperienced. She chose her real family over
Quinn and the family who had come to love her. She thought
she didn’t have a choice. Maybe Willford knew that there was
always a choice. Maybe he hoped that it was never too late.
Maybe he was just trying to give her the peace she’d never
been able to find.
Or maybe he just wanted her to drag her ass back to
Kansas, suck it up, and get on with it.
Either way, Dallas knew she was going to have to go.
She couldn’t just leave twenty-five grand sitting in some
lawyer’s trust fund. Even if she didn’t use the money, she
could think of at least a dozen places that she could donate it
to for other people to put it to good use. She could help change
someone’s life with it. That was a good reason to get her crap
together, get on a plane, and get it done.
Unfortunately for her, she had saved her holidays up at
work. She could take time off. That wasn’t even an issue. Her
parents would now understand. Even if they didn’t, they
wouldn’t interfere with her going back. She had a cat, and a
few plants in her condo, but her mom could come to take care
of them. A plane ticket wouldn’t be that expensive. She’d only
have to stay in a hotel for a few days. There was literally no
reason why she couldn’t go back.
There was nothing stopping her except for her own