Sunday (Timeless Series #7) Read Free Page A

of Peter’s, ones that hadn’t come forward—I was sure of it. There was a lot at stake. And I couldn’t afford to lose the game.
    Sitting in court was a great distraction from my break up with Rose. When I was this focused on another matter I was able to breathe. For that time period, it didn’t seem like we were apart at all. My energy was entirely focused on the man sitting across the room.
    Audrey was quiet the entire time, and she refused to take the stand and give her testimony. That was her right, but it did hurt us. If the jury could hear about the events directly from her mouth, there was no way they could doubt her story. Despite that evidence, Audrey refused to budge.
    But I would still win this case.
    ***
    I sat at my kitchen table for nearly three hours, the beer beside me untouched. I rested my face against my outstretched arm, leaning over the table like I was falling asleep in class.
    I stared into my living room, noting the dark furniture and the black TV. Rose used to come over and watch basketball with me. We’d share a pizza and make fun of the opposing team playing against The Warriors. It was times like that when she was truly happy.
    And I lost it.
    Now I was alone, sitting in my apartment without anything to do. I wondered what she was doing, if she were thinking about me just the way I was thinking about her.
    Did she miss me?
    I was still in my suit and tie because I was too depressed to shower. I’d probably stay exactly like that until I had to go to court in the morning. Of course, I would change my suit. But I probably wouldn’t shower.
    I sat up and rubbed my throbbing temple, feeling inexplicable pain emerge in the strangest places. Heartbreak was more unbearable than any physical damage I’d ever received. There were no antibiotics that could cure the infection.
    I’d just have to deal with it .
    I stared at my phone even though Rose’s name wouldn’t appear on the screen. Sometimes I pictured my phone lighting up with a text message, her name sitting right above it.
    But it remained black.
    Minutes passed before someone came into my mind. She was from my past, but her face comforted me. Even though our relationship didn’t work out, we were friends before we were lovers. For some reason I wanted to talk to her.
    Or maybe I was just desperate .
    I called her and didn’t expect her to answer. The last time I called her was over a year ago. She probably didn’t even have the same number anymore. I listened to it ring, wondering if a stranger would answer the call.
    “Hello?” Francesca’s soft voice came over the line. “Kyle?”
    “Hey…I hope this isn’t a bad time.” I couldn’t force myself to sound remotely happy. It was impossible.
    “Of course not. Are you alright?”
    “Uh…no.” Despite our time apart she still knew me well. We did spend a year together. No matter how much things had changed, we couldn’t change the past. “I’m pretty low, honestly.”
    “I’m so sorry. Talk to me.” A baby cried in the background. “Shh, baby,” she said gently.
    I forgot about her pregnancy. Her daughter must be a few months old. “How’s Suzie?”
    “Fussy. She gets upset if I stop paying attention to her for just a second.”
    “Just like her father,” I teased.
    “How about you come by and see her?”
    Being anywhere besides my apartment sounded fantastic. “If that’s okay.”
    “Of course it is. Let me give you my address.”
    ***
    They had a house just outside the city in Connecticut. It was two stories, white and beautiful. A large yard was in the front with crisp, green grass. And the backyard was blocked off by an elegant white fence.
    It was perfect for her.
    I knocked on the door and immediately heard a baby cry.
    “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” Francesca’s voice trailed from the other side of the house. A moment later, she opened the door. She wore a loose dress with her hair pulled into a braid over one shoulder. She was still