Ocean Of Need

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15th June

We've been holed up in the safe house for three days. Eating, sleeping, playing, reading. It's been bliss. It turns out that Mac is the most amazing cook, and he actually enjoys cooking. Which is a relief for both of us because I don't think we'd last long on omelettes. I'd be happy to stay here forever, if it weren't so close to Freya and her empire. We've had all sorts of ideas about where we can live. Ranging from S.E.Asia, to Morrocco, to Goa, and now finally we've decided on London. The city that adopted me when I was completely lost.

I've messaged my friend Maisie about coming back to work in the shared art studio in Angel. An artist called Elena has taken over my desk, but Margaret left last week so I'm taking her desk. It's below the window that looks out over the bustling streets of Islington. I've explained that I've changed my name from Deborah to Lilah. That I felt it suited my style more. She squealed with delight at that, said it was prefect for me.

Much as I've loved our time in this safe house, now that we've made a plan I'm keen to get going. My fingers are itching to sculpt. To use my poems and turn them into physical pieces.

I find Mac sprawled on the sofa reading Ram Dass, Be Here Now. I always thought that was an album by The Beatles, or maybe Oasis. I sink onto the sofa beside him, then slink onto his body and nudge the book out of the way with my nose. 'How long do we need to hide here?'

He puts his open book on the back of the sofa and traces the indentations left on my wrists from the rope binds we were playing with earlier. 'Are you getting bored Miss Lilah?'

I smile back, my mind replaying the play from the last seventy two hours. 'Bored is definitely not a word that comes to mind.' I giggle, that deep satisfied giggle that he tells me he loves.

'They're not coming,' he says.

'What do you mean?'

'They'd have been here by now.'

'But how can they not be coming? They've been searching for me for years. They're so close now, surely they'll try to find me?' And then it hits me. 'They don't need me anymore do they?'

I see the emotions at war in his eyes. Relief that they're not coming, sadness for me that they let go so easily when presented with an alternative.

'Roxy has taken my place hasn't she?'

'Yes.'

'How long have you known?'

'Noah called this morning.'

'Noah? But I thought he was on the Freya's side.'

'Noah and Asher are with us now.'

'You trust them?'

'Ha! About as far as I can throw them. This is not about trust, this is about information.'

'And Jameson? What's happening with him?'

My phone starts ringing and he lifts it up, 'I guess you're about to find out.'

I glance down at the screen, Jameson's name flashes across it. My stomach drops, heart rate accelerates. Mac picks up his book and kisses the top of my head saying, 'I'll be on the porch. Call me if you need me.'

I tap the screen.'Jameson? Is that you?'

I hear his intake of breath, I didn't call him Daddy.

'It's me Baby Girl.'

'You ok?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. You?'

'I'm good. Yeah. Laying low still.'

'Can we meet?' He asks.

'I'm not sure that's a good idea.'

'How long have you known me baby?'

'Six years.'

'Have I ever broken a promise?'

'No.'

'I have your best interests at heart Lilah. I can stay away if you want me to. I'd understand if you did. But I have information. It's about your past. It'll help you understand everything I did. And it'll help you understand what happened to your Mother.'
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Hey Wild Ones,

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With Love Always,
Violet.
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