Chapter 096 – The Call From Martin
Chapter 96 - Chapter 096 – The Call From Martin
Martin called on a Sunday afternoon two years after the bus station.
I almost let it go to voicemail.
Then I answered because fear no longer got to decide all my choices.
He sounded older.
“The last payment posted,” he said.
“I know.”
A long pause.
“You really going to give the house to strangers?”
There it was.
Still the house.
Still ownership.
Still no question about the bench, the suitcase, the dead phone.
“Not strangers,” I said. “People who need protection.”
“We needed it too.”
“No, Martin. You needed money. You called that protection because it sounded better.”
He breathed hard.
Then hung up.
I did not cry.
May you like
That was not victory.
It was weather passing.
