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was over. He was helpless.
    He untwisted the cap and guzzled the water like it was fine wine. Within seconds, he held the empty plastic container in his hands. Suddenly enraged, he crushed it and threw it from him. He was hungry, angry, and now he had to pee.
    “Argh!!!” he screamed. “Help me!” His voice boomed into the empty space.
    Unfortunately, his nearest neighbor was a mile away. His reclusive home was… reclusive. What did I do to deserve this? In a fit of unquenchable rage, he swung his fists. Heedless to the clatter, clanging, and crashing, he destroyed whatever he touched.
    When there was nothing left that he could feel, Saul sunk to the floor heaving from his exertion. He did something he hadn’t done since Nora’s passing. Saul cried and cried and then he cried some more. Definitely not his most manly moment, but he needed the release.
    An interminable amount of time passed before his tears subsided. Saul looked upwards and croaked, “Macy, where are you?” On cue, he heard the house line ring. He knew it was on the counter and gripped the cabinet to hoist himself to his feet. The shrill sound of the telephone set him on edge. He fumbled for the cordless and answered, glad it hadn’t gone to voicemail.
    “Saul, I’m stuck in Fort Lauderdale. I caught a bug and my stomach’s acting up. I had to check into a hotel. I don’t want to take a chance and drive through Alligator Alley feeling this unsettled.” Macy stated. He heard the despondency in her tone but at the moment he was more concerned with himself.
    He gulped to keep from yelling that he needed her here right now. “Take care of yourself. I’ll manage. It’s just one night.”
    “Do you want me to call Linda?” she asked, referring to Linda Clemente, his housekeeper.
    “Her husband sprained his leg so she’s out of commission.” Saul tried to hold his dejection, but he couldn’t contain the sigh.
    “You know what? I’ll take a chance. I’ll try to come.”
    He really wanted to tell her to come but her voice sounded pained. “No. Stay where you are. Manny is due to trim the lawn in the morning. I’ll holler out for help when he comes.”
    Somewhat mollified, Macy rushed off saying the bathroom was calling. Reluctant, Saul pressed the end button.
    No Macy.
    No Cassandra.
    Just him.
    What was he going to do?

 
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Annie’s favorite novel of all time was Jane Eyre. As a teen, she’d spent countless hours reading and re-reading the story. Any movie that was made about Jane Eyre, she watched. The latest one starring Michael Fassbender and Mia Wa—Annie always forgot her name - was her favorite.
    Well, fiction had now come to life for it seemed Annie had met her own Mr. Rochester. In Charlotte Bronte’s novel, Jane Eyre had been hired to take care of Mr. Rochester’s ward when they fell in love. She knew it was silly but it was like she heard him calling her. “Annie! Annie!”
    It was now 7:02 p.m. on the clock. Her usual routine included laundry and a stint in front of the television to catch up on Scandal, which she kept in her DVR. Instead, she was pushing her feet into her sneakers and searching for her keys.
    Saul had assured her that his girlfriend was coming to take care of him. She didn’t want to interrupt what must be a lover’s reunion, but he hadn’t answered her phone calls. Something within her wouldn’t settle until she’d checked on him. If she looked stupid, then so be it. It wouldn’t be the first or last time.
    Annie drove the forty-minute drive to Saul’s home. He’d given her simple directions, told her where he kept the spare key and even entrusted her with his alarm code. Annie’s eyes widened. She took a snapshot on her iPhone. Sari was wrong. He lived in a mausoleum, not a mansion. She parked her plain old Camry next to a Lexus and a Corvette and walked around the back of the house to retrieve the key from under the mat.
    She heard wails coming from inside and raced to the