I made my way to the railroad tracks and caught a coal train headed into town. The shoes I’d worn into the cave, were discarded into a dumpster, along with everything else in my arsenal. I was home by 3 Am. My little angels were still sleeping. Life is good.
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Epilogue:
The following day, a concerned citizen reported the two vehicles. That started the ball rolling on a full blown investigation. Being the unconcerned spouse, I was brought in for questioning. My lawyer never tired of turning away the wolves. I spoke nary a word to any of the detective’s questions. I had no alibi for the evening the cheaters disappeared. If the police thought they could convict me, let them try. They never did. The case is as cold as Robin’s heart was in her last months.
No bodies were ever found. The sheriff asked for and received a search warrant for my house, but there was nothing for them to find. I’m not pretending to be smarter than the system, but they just couldn’t pin this on me. Perhaps if they had found the skeletons it would have been different.
My mind wouldn’t rest until I knew for sure, so I had both kids DNA tested. They were mine.
It wasn’t long after Spencer disappeared before a handful of DVDs made their way to his spouse. She needed to know, so I convinced Paul to make copies of some of them. Neither of us could get a divorce until a year passed, and then we could file for abandonment. We kept in touch and both divorces were heard and granted on the same day. Although she couldn’t get the life insurance payout until Spencer was declared dead, she wasted no time in finding a money honey to support her and her kids. I was happy for her.
Trusting women just isn’t something I can do. Year after year goes by without a meaningful relationship. Several ladies tried to ply me with sex, and as many succeeded. None were able to turn our carnal couplings into something more permanent. I think I’m afraid that if I get close to someone, I’ll disclose the terrible thing I did, and nothing much good would come of that. So, like that song said, my prison is going through life all alone.
My first choice for a nanny only lasted two weeks. The second attempt found the nanny that would last forever. Danni was older than me by a day, and the kids took to her immediately. My friends think I’m probably shagging her, but we just don’t have that kind of relationship. She loves my kids but trusts men about as much as I trust women. We are a good match. When I could afford it, I bought a house. Danni moved in and has her own bedroom, where she has lived ever since. I think of her as a sister, and she treats me like a brother.
If the system was administered fairly, shit like this wouldn’t happen. But it isn’t, and so it does.
I’m back to acting sane again. Oh yeah, one other thing. I haven’t a clue if there’s a single rat in Eldon’s cave. I was just messing with their heads. I’ll apologize the next time I see them.
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