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Come Hell Or High Water: Excerpt #4

“Stay away, Kate. You’ll be better for it. The words ring in my ears. I’ve heard them before. I shake my head doing my best to will the memory away. But it pulls me in, swirling back and forth, bouncing around inside my head. It’s like water circling the drain, those words. They are sucking me in, taking me down with them.” — Britney King, Come Hell or High Water

Due to the release of Come Hell or High Water, I thought it would be fun to share a few excerpts…this is the fourth and final one. If you’re new to this series be sure to check out the bottom of the post.

Hope you enjoy. 🙂

“We’re his parents.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” I say.

“Maybe you need to listen to me for once, Kate. Would it kill you to consider that maybe I know what I’m talking about?”

“Maybe—It sounds like you’re asking me to choose. I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Surely, you’re not suggesting that you’d choose a stranger over your own husband.”

I frown. It’s like you don’t understand me at all. “She’s not a stranger.”

“Through no fault of your own.”

I throw up my hands. “I don’t know what you want me to say…”

You move my legs off you, and you start to stand. “It isn’t that.”

“Jude…I’m not finished.”

“This conversation is a road to nowhere,” you tell me, gathering your things. I watch you pick up my set of keys, put them down, and search for yours. “Just consider what I said. Stop being so obsessed with her. Surely, even you can see she’s playing you.”

“If anything, she’s helping.”

“Right,” you say, and you kiss my cheek. “Stay away, Kate,” you warn and then you walk away. When you get to the door you pause, looking back over your shoulder.  “You’ll be better for it.”

I press my lips together, and that’s when I see that thing in your eyes, the thing that nearly does me in. Sometimes with you it’s not much, a glance in my direction, a nod, the sound of your voice saying hello. Other times it’s everything, it’s your fist reaching in, taking hold of my heart, controlling its rhythm, giving me life and taking it with you when you go.


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