Sarah decides we should watch some funny movies, and I let her pick one from Netflix.
I stand and walk to the ensuite and brush my teeth and hair. Sarah yawns as I step back into the living room. “Morning.” She stretches out her arms.
“Hey, thanks for staying last night, and sorry for keeping you up.”
“I wasn’t going to let you be on your own... what’s for breakfast?”
“Um… I don’t know what we have,” I say apologetically. “How about some toast?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m glad to see you’re eating,” Sarah tells me.
“Yeah, Aiden made me promise I would.”
“What a good man he is,” she chimes, sitting at the table.
That’s when I realize Jenson hasn’t called me. Does this mean he hasn’t found anything? No evidence that leads to Matthew and Rachelle? My heart skips a beat. I pull out my phone and call Mike as Sarah watches me concerned.
“Miss Taylor…”
“Mike, did you get a call from Aiden’s lawyer?”
“No. Did you?”
My whole body slumps. “No.” An overwhelming feeling of doom floods my body. Sarah notices my despair as she holds my hand. I exhale as my good mood shifts once again to hopelessness.
“Don’t worry, Miss Taylor. I’m sure Mr. Monroe will call you as soon as he’s found something,” Mike tries to comfort me.
“Thanks, Mike,” I murmur quietly and end the call.
“Jeni, he’ll call when he finds the evidence. Do you want me to stay here with you until the trial? Or would you like to come back to my house?” Sarah asks as I take in a deep breath.
“Actually, I think I’d like to be alone.”
“Personally, I don’t think that’s such a great idea—”
“Please, just go. I promise to call if I need you. Just because my life has ground to a halt, that doesn’t mean yours should,” I drone out bluntly, wanting her to leave, even though she looks at me and hesitates. Sarah stands and rubs my back as she walks past me to gather her things.
“Just remember, if you need me—”
“I’ll call. I promise.”