Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 448

I pulled my gaze away and gave Maxwell a sideways glance. "Is that what you told yourself about Alice?"

He froze for a second, his lips tightening. "Why bring her into this? We..."

"You fell for her. I saw it the minute you got back from Lorrell. You turned Zoe down and cooked up a bunch of excuses, but you never told her the real one. You already had someone else on your mind," I said, cutting right to the heart of it.

His face flickered with emotion, but within seconds, he gave up the fight. "What does it matter? It's all history now."

Yeah, history.

He looked at me earnestly. "Forget about me. I'm here to help you. If you're going to fall apart over Idris, then you're not the person I thought you were."

I did not bother to argue, changing the subject instead. "How's Scott Corporation holding up?"

He perked up at that, launching into a long update. Finally, he said, "You're back now. Just get back to work like before, and stop worrying about all that other stuff. It's history, remember?"

I did not answer, my fingers tightening around the red plastic bag Kobe had handed me. Can everything really be left in the past? Officer Jackson's death, Kobe's death… Everyone else seemed to move on by convincing themselves to leave the past in the past, but I just could not.

I saw them die right in front of me. How could I just pretend it never happened?

I managed to let Idris go. I truly wished him and Alice the best, but I could not just say 'it's all behind me' and go back to living like nothing's changed. I could not remember the last time I felt normal.

I did not take Maxwell up on his offer to return to Scott Corporation. I just crashed at his place for a bit. The next day, I went to the police station by myself and gave Gregory the stuff Kobe left me.

Gregory seemed taken aback. "Kobe gave this to you before he died?" he asked.

I just nodded, not in the mood for chitchat. I handed over the items and was ready to bolt.

"Ms. Scott," he called after me.

I paused and turned to him, my eyes asking the questions I did not voice.

He hesitated, then said, "I didn't expect the Youngs to catch wind of the border thing so fast. I just heard about the trouble they've been giving you. Sorry about that."