She made me cinnamon rolls this morning. That has been her way of apologizing ever since we were kids. The first time was when we around the age of 13. We got into a huge argument about who was going to fold the laundry. She dumped my clothes down the stairs. Needless to say, I left them there for her to clean and locked myself in my room. What brought me out was the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls, my favorite breakfast food.
She had baked them for me with the help of Mily.
So when I woke to the smell this morning, I knew that somewhere deep down inside her thick head, she knows that she loves me. I could see it in her beautiful pleading eyes. She was so worried that I was going to be upset with her for last night. When is she going to realize she is perfect in my eyes? I was only upset because of the danger I had put her in by not listening to that creepy guy.
Which she also reminded me of this morning. She is dead set on finding him. I know she is right, it’s just this need I have to keep her safe that leaves me feeling leery all the time. But last night proved that my protective skills aren’t as sharp as I thought they were. Strength won’t solve everything.
I know this because a letter came for her shortly after breakfast. It was from someone from our past. Someone who knew things about us. Things that we were set on learning from Mr. Creepy. So now there is another player involved. The letter said that she has a choice and that the answers to her return home are inside a security deposit box. But what ‘home’ is the letter talking about? And who is this mysterious person? Rory thinks it’s from her mother…but what if she is wrong?
I’m excited and nervous, but mostly scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I fear it’s out of my hands this time. The only thing I can do now is be there for her, which is why I am taking her to the bank now. I’m just waiting on her to come out of the bathroom.
Whoever it is, I’m crossing my fingers that they keep her out of danger. Lord knows she is a magnet for trouble.