Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

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Harvey Prescott.

As soon as Reign tells her that, Jennifer looks back at me. I’ve never seen her eyes so glossy with tears before. Her lips are literally quivering as she stares at me, and it sinks in, right there am the worst person in her entire world.

Her friend Tinka grabs her hand when she seems frozen and pulls her away from the scene, rushing her into a taxi that’s stopped at the curb. Once it takes off, Mr. Alex just shakes his heel, a broken motion, and turns back toward his house. Jeremy goes after him, shouting “Dad!” over and over.

Instead of standing here with Reign and his triumphant smirk, get into my Chevelle. I slam the car into reverse, crunching the front of his car out of the way onto the sidewalk, and then I or it onto the road.

My eyes are on the asphalt, but I’m driving this vehicle with my heart. Every little bump in the road feels like another crack, another confirmation that I’ve lost her. I could have summoned he courage to tell her myself. I should have. But I was too scared of what I’d lose. And look… lost it all anyway, and it got revealed in the worst way possible.

I smash my fist against the steering wheel and yell.

When I get to Jennifer’s apartment, she’s not there yet. I beat the taxi. I wait outside her building like a ghost, and when the cab finally pulls up, she stumbles out. She’s weeping, her whole body shaking with furious, ragged sobs. When she sees me, her face hardens into stone.

“Let go.”

She says when I try to explain, to get a single word in, but she shoves my chest, pushing me back with a force that’s pure hurt.

“Harvey-” Tinka tries to help the both of us.

“Jen. Jen. Look at me. Can you even look at me?”.

“Get out of my way!” The next time her hand lands on me, it is for a moment, just to drag in a shattered breath. “We’re fucking should have never! You should have stayed where you were. Go Back to the hole you crawled out from!”

caring. It isn’t thoughtful. It’s seething hatred. She stops one. You should have never come back into my life. You

She storms past me. Tinka just stands there, her mouth hanging open, useless.

I don’t let it go. I can’t. I follow Jennifer upstairs, determined to say my piece. I won’t let her sit alone and think I deliberately targeted her, that this was some calculated cruelty.

I don’t go into the apartment. I just stand at her door. And befor I can even open my mouth, I hear it.

The sobs.

Breathless, helpless, whimpering cries that sound like they’re being torn from her chest. My own heart seizes, stunned into silence. I have no defense against this sound.

Tinka slips inside and shuts the door in my face, but it doesn’t block the noise.

“How… how could he do that to me?” Jennifer’s sob is louder now hopeless and arrhythmic. I can hear Tunka’s muffled voice trying to soothe her. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“He… he dated Jenna!”

“Who’s Jennat The girl that came over to De Claire?”

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“I hate him.” Another hiccupping cry, then a fresh burst of tears at feels like a physical blow.

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I just… stand there. Defeated. It’s not right to try and speak to he now. There’s nothing I could say that would matter. She’s hurt, and the reason. whether it was an accident or not is meaningless.

I turn and stab the button for the elevator. As the doors open, Jemy steps out, he brushes past’me, probably thinking h can fix this, until he hears it too….the sound of his sister breaking part on the other side of the door.

He stumbles back and a hand flies into his hair. “Reign,” he whispers, then louder, “I’m sorry! This is all my fault!” His han are literally shaking. “It’s my fault.”

He repeats it, but I already know. It is his fault. His and Baxter’s. And speaking of Baxter…

I leave Jennifer’s apartment but the echo of her cries following e all the way down to the garage. The drive home is a blur of cold fury. The moment I step into the penthouse, I find him in the kitchen. Baxter is lounging at the island, watching some inane show while Elio makes him a sandwich.

“Get your shit and get the hell out of my house.”

Elio looks up, startled.

Baxter slowly rises to his feet. “What?”

“Jennifer knows.”

His face goes slack. “About… everything?”

“Yeah. Everything that you caused. So now I don’t want to see your face anymore. It irks me to think that I had Jennifer, and now I’ve lost her because somehow, you stupid fool will always throw yourself into the scene, and this is the sort of shit that happens. You did this to me. So get the hell out of my house.”

“Harvey, I have nowhere else to go.”

“Then you should have saved some money. Go to Bryce. Go to Noah. I don’t care. I’m not going to live in the same house with the dude that made Jennifer hate me!” My voice echoes off the marble. “Elio! Get the guys at the gate. Get him out of here. But here-” I snatch my wallet, pull out a thick stack of bill and throw it on the counter in front of him. “Have a thousand bucks. You’re gonna need it for a motel.”

I get right in his face with the last words, my control fraying at the edges, then stalk away. I need to get to a part of this house where I can finally accept the fact that Jennifer said we’re over.

Over.

The word echoes in my skull, hollow and final.

No. We just started. We were just beginning to really know each other again. How can it be over like this?

“Sir, are you okay?”

Elio’s voice cuts through the static in my head. I didn’t even realize he’d followed me. I’m bent over in the hallway, one hand braced against a painting on the wall, trying to force air into my lungs. There’s something in my eyes, something hot and wet blurring the edges of the gilded frame.

Am I crying?

My throat is sealed shut. No matter how much I want to answer, to tell him to walk away and leave me to it, I can’t make a sound. He stands there for a moment, witnessing the unravelin

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