I found myself in a bit of a dilemma when it came time to leave the house. I didn’t want to wake her; she looked so peaceful as she slept curled around my pillow, but neither did I want her to wake up and find me gone without so much as a word. Knowing her, she’d fret and start imagining all manner of things again like a typical female.
So, I wrote a note and left it on the bed where she couldn’t miss it first thing. That didn’t help any when it came time to actually walk out the door, something I now found difficult to do. I didn’t want to leave her, not yet. But my ingrained sense of duty forced me to walk out the door even though it felt as if I were leaving a part of me behind.
The others had already headed over to the clubhouse to meet Lyon and his boys, and my mind switched gears by the time I walked through the door. It was too early in the morning for any of my dad’s crew to be here, but I wanted to see what Lyon had found so far, if anything.