Las Vegas.
City of Sin.
City that comes to life when the sun goes down.
You’d think that I’d be more at home here than anywhere else. I’m surrounded by my husband and my closest friends, we wrangled our way into a really posh hotel at ridiculously low rates, and for the first time in years I put on clean clothes everyday and dancing shoes every night. Life is good.
So why am I feeling so restless?
I don’t like leaving business unfinished. A harsh necessity of nomadic life is cutting the strings and leaving no attachments in any place that you leave. You never know when you’re coming back, or if you ever will. Better to make a clean break and a soft farewell and face your new adventure with a smile. I don’t like leaving things unsettled. It keeps you looking backwards instead of looking forwards. Onwards and upwards, I always say.
I feel like we’re in a holding pattern in Las Vegas. We’re having fun, it’s true, but I also feel a little like we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. I catch myself looking at my phone and feeling disappointed when there are no missed calls from anyone in a particular Washington State household. I’ve scrolled through the address book time and time again reviewing the ‘C’ section and trying to get up the guts to make the call. The truth is, I don’t even know what I’d say if I ever did press send. I can’t see that conversation ending well for any of us.
I want to call and warn Jasper that Cassian’s still out there, and knows where he is, but the fact is, Jasper already knows. That situation hasn’t changed. Cassian may have disappeared for years, but he was always out there and always a threat. The last time he found Jasper, he was in Forks. That bit of intel hasn’t changed either. Really, there’s nothing new to report. I think I only want to call just to hear his voice, just to have some resolution. I won’t find it. I may be optimistic at times, but even I know that this one is a foolish hope.
I’ve got to get out and get some air. Maybe I’ll check in and see what Malakai is doing.
