Fitting The Pieces (The Riverdale Series Book 3) by Janine Infante Bosco Read Free Book Online Page A

looked between her
husband and son and then held her gaze on her son’s tormented eyes.
                “Yes, but Luke, she’s very fragile.” She studied his
face.
                “I won’t upset her. I just want to see for myself that
she’s okay.” He said as he shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the
floor.
                Deb glanced over at Joe, who nodded to her as if to say
let him go. “She’s in room 205.”
                Luke lifted his head and looked at his mother for a
moment before he walked out of the waiting room. He warned himself not to run,
or his mother would suspect him of being a crazed man. Hell, the jury was still
out on that one. These days, that’s exactly what he felt like he was. He found
her room and slowly turned the door knob. When he stepped inside the room his
eyes quickly found hers. The door closed behind him and he leaned his back
against it as he stared at her. He couldn’t help the sigh of relief that
escaped him.
                The silence in the room was deafening as she stared back
at him. She stared at him for the first time in months without hatred clouding
her hazel eyes and it completely undid him. He felt like an imbecile standing
there, unsure what to do with himself. He slid his hands into his pockets and
took another step into the room. She didn’t say a word and he wondered if he
should. He battled his conscience for a few moments and then walked towards the
side of her bed.   He was very aware that
her eyes watched him take every step. He stood at the side of her bed and
looked at her face, studying every feature, memorizing them all. Her lips were
a pale pink as if they were just reclaiming their color. She had dark circles
underneath her eyes, and bruising on her sweet face. Her eyes that tore through
him like a sword looked sad and yet he could swear there was something in them
that hadn’t been there for a while. He didn’t dare call it hope, in fear of
getting his own hopes up.
                “I’m glad you’re okay.” He said not recognizing his own
voice.
                Her fingers toyed with the hem of the blanket that covered
her and she looked down.
                “Thank you.” She whispered and there it was again, that
awkward silence, a silence that left him questioning his every move. He was
about to turn around and walk out of the room so she could rest, but before he
could turn on his heel her head lifted and her eyes found his. “Luke?
                “Yeah…?” He said hoarsely and held his breath as he
waited for her to speak.
                “I need help.” She whispered softly.

Cara’s Journal: September 22
     
    Dear
Jake,
    I
feel you frowning down on me. You’re cursing me, for making your mom cry.
You’re restraining yourself from losing your shit for making your brother pace
around like a lost puppy. I’m only sorry I made your mom cry. The truth is I’m
happy you’re frowning. Screw you, you bailed on me. You’re no different than
any other person I thought loved me. And if I’m being completely honest, I’m
happy your brother is running in circles, serves him right for being so fucking
annoying. Since you died, he’s everywhere. There is no escaping him and his
worried eyes. His pleading eyes are haunting me. I’ve had nightmares about the
disapproving looks he gives me. Screw him too.
    I
almost did it! I was so close, but the universe wasn’t finished fucking with
me. I should’ve died the night I crashed the car. I was high as a kite. My new
best friend never disappoints. But no such luck, I lived through. I got to see
your mama cry and beg me to live. Had to swallow my pride and ask Luke for
help. I’m in the hospital and I just passed the room you took your final breath
in. I saw the familiar faces of the nurses and doctors that had to watch me
every day you were here. They whisper and give me their