Free Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) by Gabbie S. Duran

hours later I was back in my apartment with my new
running gear, clothes, and accessories ready for my run. I was so excited just
thinking about it, my babysitter not so much. After telling him that I was
going with or without him, he knew he had no choice.
    After promising not to leave without him, I waited for him
while he headed home to change. It gave me time to change my clothing, lace up
my new shoes, and throw my hair in a ponytail. By the time he was back, I
didn’t even give him time to take a breath before we headed into the elevator
and down to the lobby.
    My apartment building was located fairly close to the water
so that’s the first place I started walking when I got out of the front doors.
I had downloaded some songs as I waited for the babysitter to come back from
changing, so I was ready to rock out with my run. With my earphones in my ear,
blasting out, “Feel This Moment,” I start running.
    My body absorbed the beat from the song and immediately took
over. It’s like it knew exactly what I needed, and took off. With my legs
moving down the sidewalk, weaving in and around people, ponytail bobbing back
and forth, I felt pressure begin to escape my body with every step I took.
    Man, this felt so much better than it did in my dream. I was
actually doing it. Every step that I took, with my feet hitting the concrete, I
felt so carefree and began to feel all the built up tension leave my body.
Forty-five minutes later, I was back, standing in front of my building feeling
like the weight of the building I was staring at had been lifted from my
shoulders.
    When I look over to my right, my babysitter is heaving,
chest rising and falling, sucking in air as best as he can. Don’t get me wrong,
I was just as out of breath and looked almost as bad as he did, but at least I
looked forward to doing it again. If you were to ask him, I don’t think so.
Although, whether he liked it or not, it was going to happen.
    Feeling relaxed and satisfied, I took a shower and changed,
but almost two hours later my phone rang showing “Private Number” on the
screen. I’m hesitant to answer, but do because it could be someone from my past
who helps trigger my memories. I’m easily disappointed on that note when I
answer.
    “Ms. Adams, it’s Frank. I got the rest of the info you
wanted.” He sounds uneasy, even on the phone. “Is there any way we can meet
somewhere within the next fifteen minutes?”
    “Why can’t you email me the info?”
    “I think you’d want to hear most of this in person.”
    “Fine, same place?” I ask.
    “I’m already here, waiting.”
    “I’ll be there in five,” I respond, grabbing my purse as I’m
already heading toward the elevator.
    I practically speed walk to the coffee shop, anxious to find
out why he needs to see me in person. I arrive in record time, spotting him in
a back corner table, almost in the shadows. I sit down, absorbing the smell of
the coffee and by the look on his face I know I’m not going to like what he’s
going to tell me.
    “It’s not good news, is it?” My voice is almost a whisper
and even I can hear the worry in it.
    He hands me a thick manila folder and I open it. It has
copies of bank statements, contracts, and several black and white photos. I go
straight to the photos and upon seeing them, my heart stops. The photos are of
Bill and Susan in different settings. In one of them he is having dinner with
her, giving her a very passionate kiss.
    He sees which one I’m looking at and says, “That one was
taken literally an hour ago, thought you would like to see it.”
    As I take a closer look at the picture, I realize he is
right. It’s the same suit I saw him wearing this morning as he was walking out
to his meeting.
    I finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I had an idea that he was cheating on me, but to see the actual proof of it,
was something else. They were both totally screwing me over and I was taking it
like the “idiot