The days- weeks after the confrontation pass by in a busy whirlwind blur as confronting the injustice of it all boomerangs me into a newfound drive to build up my new career. Tristan's faith and motivation in my ideas spur me on, making me ever more eager to do this.
I'm creating a museum. My own legacy.
I smile, thinking about the backbone of support I have behind me as Andre mercilessly tries to get my attention.
"Earth to Genevieve."
I look up from the blueprint I hadn't been actually studying. "Yeah?"
"Jesus, where are you today?"
I smile, unable to help myself. "Nowhere."
"Well, look, Tristan said the beams were coming in tomorrow. Remember to tell him that someone's coming over tonight to pick up the money."
I nod slowly. "Alright, I will."
"Okay," he answers, leaning back against the wall. "How's he doing? I haven't seen him in a couple weeks."
"He's good- hanging in there. Although with his father's trial this week, he's uh, distracted... Been going to see him a lot."
I don't mention that Tristan already knows the sentence his father will get. I've been trying not to worry about the fact that he paid off the judge that will be handling the case. I don't know much else about it then that which worries me.
His father will get five years and a substantial fine- a triumph for Tristan. I can't imagine what he paid to get it.
And whether Tristan's actions are justified or not, it definitely shows that he's willing to do anything for the people he loves, not that I didn't already know that.
But my reaction to the news was not what he was expecting when he informed me of the pay-off. Instead of relief or joy, I felt terrified... I do feel terrified. Tristan is putting his life on the line for a man that actually did help commit a murder.
He could lose everything doing this... I could lose him.
"Tell the guy he needs to relax. He's always moving."
"I know. I'm considering talking to him about leaving for the weekend after the trial on Thursday."
"I think that's a good idea... Anything new with the crazy bitch?"
I chuckle, shaking my head. "Nope."
I watch him grab his new leather briefcase, a present from me for his new position.
"I'm really glad we're doing this together."
He nods. "So am I."
"Are you situating into the apartment nicely?"
"It's a three-bedroom suite. Of course I am."
I grin along with him. "Alright, see ya later."
"Okay." He grabs the handle on the trailer door. "Oh wait- I got a call... from dad."
My mood darkens. "Oh? And how is he doing? Still in Germany?"
"No, Ecuador and he said he heard about the fight between you and mom."
"Wow, only months later... I'm impressed and let me guess- he said he was disappointed in me?"
"He wants you to call him."
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...