Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
But that day is not today.
I grab a fresh set of clothes from the closet in the main bedroom and head into the en suite bathroom. Switching on the faucets so the water can warm up, I get undressed. When I step beneath the spray, my thoughts revolve around Levi and the fact that he’s sold his house. There’s a sad pang in my chest because we’ve had so many happy memories within those walls.
What if Levi gave up because he didn’t hear from me again after our call?
God, what if he’s done with us and decided to build a new life for himself?
Panic floods my veins, and my heartbeat speeds up.
Don’t overreact yet. Talk to Levi before you jump to conclusions.
I hurry through my shower routine, and after getting dressed, I brush my teeth and hair before rushing out of the bathroom and heading downstairs.
When I grab my phone and enter the chat, I see the text still hasn’t gone through. I press dial on Levi’s number and nervously wait for the call to connect.
Only it doesn’t, and I get his voicemail instead.
‘You’ve reached Levi. You know what to do.’
“Hi. It’s Kelcie. Um . . . can you give me a call when you get this message? Ahh . . . thanks.”
As I lower the phone from my ear, fear coils around my heart.
Levi sold his house, and his phone is off.
What if he’s cut all contact?
Since the day I found out he’s related to Wesley, I’ve tried to imagine a life without Levi. Not once did it hurt as much as it does right now, because I never really believed it was over between us.
Deep down, I knew I’d come back to him.
I realize I was never going to break up with Levi. I just needed time to process everything.
But what if the choice isn’t mine? I never considered that Levi would want to end the relationship.
I slump down on the couch and go back into the chat, willing that second tick to appear.
When I lost my parents and Sage, I thought I’d never recover. Then Levi came along, and he made life worth living again.
If I’ve lost him . . .
No.
I begin to shake my head as my face crumples.
I won’t survive losing him. I can’t even begin to imagine a life where I’m not with him.
Out of sheer desperation, I call his number again, and when it goes straight to voicemail once more, I wait for the beep.
“Levi, it’s me again. I don’t know if you’ll get this message, but if you do, please . . .” My voice cracks and I have to swallow hard on the tears threatening to fall. “. . . please call me back.” My breaths start coming too fast. “Don’t . . . just . . .” A sob bursts from me as more fear pours into my chest, and a panic attack hits hard, making it next to impossible for me to get air into my lungs.
I end the call, and it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest as I get up and hurry to the kitchen. My vision blurs, and horrible, strangled sounds come from me every time I try to inhale.
Yanking open the cupboard, my fingers fumble with the box, and I drop it. Sinking down to my knees, my panic increases until I begin to see spots dancing in front of my eyes. Somehow, I manage to get a pill out, and with a trembling hand, I shove it into my mouth, swallowing it dry.
I move onto my butt and lean against the cupboards, shutting my eyes tightly while I desperately try to breathe.
Feeling woozy, I struggle to remain conscious until the medication finally starts taking effect. When I manage to take deeper breaths, I’m so worked up that I burst out in tears and sob my heart out.
I just want to talk to Levi.
Levi
After I’ve washed my hands, I stand back and glance over the bathroom. I tiled the walls, put in a shower, and installed a new toilet today.
I used timber panels on the wall by the tub and for the floor, and the other two walls are covered in light granite.
Loving the finished look, I smile as I walk to the front of the house.
Since I’ve started working on the place, I’ve gotten a lot done. I spend every day on the farm and only go back to the motel to sleep.
The sellers were very happy with my offer, and Tish is doing her best to push everything through as quickly as possible. She’s hopeful the land will be transferred over to me in the next month or so. It would’ve been sooner, but with the holidays, everything is delayed.
She’s sold my house in Verona, and she’s dealing with another agent to sell the property in Grand Rapids.