Don't Look Back: sequel to He Loves Me Not (Lily's Story, Book 2) by Christine Kersey Page B

implements that had belonged to my Dad. But I especially wanted my Christmas ornaments. Each one had a special memory associated with it. But they were in Trevor’s possession now.
    I wanted them back.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    The truck arrived first thing the next morning. I showed the men which items and boxes I wanted to donate and they had them loaded in less than an hour. After they left I walked around the house and couldn’t believe how empty it was. The house just didn’t feel like the same place where I had spent so much time with Dad.
    I gathered all the items I wanted to keep into a corner of the living room and fixed myself some lunch. I had decided to leave the refrigerator for whoever bought the house. When I’d gone to the store I’d bought a package of disposable plates and utensils so that I could prepare simple meals without using dishes.
    As I ate, I thought about the best way to get the items I was keeping to my new place in California. I knew I couldn’t fit everything in my Honda, so I decided to spend the money to have it all shipped. Because there wasn’t a lot, I hoped the cost would be relatively low. I had kept the yellow pages and found a listing for shipping companies. After calling a few, I found one whose prices were reasonable and I arranged to have them come by the next day to pick up my stuff.
    That afternoon the cleaning crew came and spent several hours making the place spotless. I paid them and thanked them for doing such a great job. I thought the walls could use a coat of paint, but decided to put the house on the market as is and see what happened. As I was looking at the now familiar yellow pages for realtors, I ran across an ad for an agent whose name looked familiar. Then I remembered he’d been a friend of Dad’s. I called him and explained who I was and what I wanted to do. He promised to come over as soon as he had a free minute.
    A little while later Don Hunter knocked on my door. I put Greta in the back yard so she wouldn’t get in the way and invited Dad’s old friend in.
    “Hi, Lily,” he said. “How are you?”
    It felt strange to hear someone call me Lily. I had started getting used to going by Kate. “I’m doing fine. Like I said on the phone, I’ve decided to sell Dad’s house. Would you be interested in listing it?”
    “Absolutely.”
    We discussed the details and set a price, then I signed the paperwork making him my real estate agent. He promised to get the house listed the next day and I gave him my cell number so he could keep me informed.
    That night I slept on a sleeping bag I had kept - I had donated my mattress since I already had a bed in California that worked fine - and woke up feeling stiff. Greta had curled up next to me, once again keeping me company and helping me to not feel alone.
    The shipping company came later that morning and took care of the items I wanted shipped. Once they had left, there was no reason for me to stay. I packed my suitcase and loaded Greta and our things into my Honda. Before leaving, I went inside one last time and mentally said good-bye. I still had my memories and felt good about putting Lovelock behind me.
    It took less than two hours to reach Reno. The more I had thought about the belongings in Trevor’s possession, the more determined I became to retrieve them. I wondered if my key to the apartment would still work. I had only been gone a few weeks, so it was possible that Trevor hadn’t bothered to change the locks. Technically, the lease for the apartment was under my name, so I had every right to go in and take what belonged to me. The biggest challenge would be doing it without Trevor knowing.
    As I entered the outer edges of Reno, I wondered if I should just keep going and forget about getting my belongings back. The thought of running into Trevor nearly paralyzed me. What would he do if he caught me? Would he try to imprison me again? Would I be able to get away? Should I even risk it? It was only