[Something in the Way 01.0] Something in the Way

by Jessica Hawkins

  “You’re agreeing with me?” I asked. “We can keep her out of this?”

  “I think that’s best,” he said hesitantly. “I’m concerned her testimony could actually hurt us.” Dexter picked up my file, straightening it on the table. “We’ll have to find another way.”

  27

  Lake

  The clock on the dashboard changed. 12:53 P.M.

  Tiffany had been the perfect person to get us here—driving over the speed limit was her default. But we hadn’t left the house early enough, and traffic had slowed us down. I had only seven minutes to find Dexter Grimes and tell him what I knew. I wasn’t sure if it’d help or hurt, but at this point Manning’s lawyer was the only person who’d be able to help me.

  Tiffany pulled into a parking spot, and I jumped out of the car.

  “Slow down,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “I don’t know where to go.”

  “Neither do I.” I slammed the door shut and hurried across the courthouse’s parking lot. It was smaller than I expected. During the drive, I’d built it up in my mind as some large, scary place.

  “Lake!” Tiffany caught up with me at the entrance since we had to go through security. “Don’t ditch me,” she said. “Dad’ll kill me if I come home without you.”

  Maybe she was making a joke. I couldn’t tell. My stomach hurt, and my mom’s pumps kept slipping off, already rubbing against my heels. “It’s almost one.”

  We went through the metal detector and retrieved our purses from the conveyor belt. “Maybe they’ll be running behind,” she said.

  “Maybe they won’t.”

  In the lobby, the line to talk to someone was too long. A large calendar on the wall displayed a list of names, so I went there instead.

  Tiffany stood next to me, scanning it. “There he is,” she said, pointing. “Sutter, M. Courtroom eight.”

  I turned to her. “But where would his lawyer be?”

  “I have no idea.”

  I bit my bottom lip, looking around us. Men and women in suits hurried down the hall in both directions. The clock above reception ticked down . . . four minutes to go.

  I took off for courtroom eight, our only shot, the click of my slippery heels echoing off the walls. A week ago, I’d been on a horse, hugging Manning’s middle while the sun warmed us, inhaling the scent of pine trees-and-Manning with every breath. He’d helped me conquer my fear, but he’d also taught me something about myself. As I checked the numbers over each courtroom, I realized what he’d said was true. The sick feeling in my gut told me this was my Ferris wheel, my Betsy Junior. It was as bad as boarding an airplane. I had no control over Manning and me, and I never really had. Whatever choices I’d made that night, they’d led us here, but that wasn’t me being in control. That was my selfishness. I’d pushed and pushed Manning, trying to get him to see me differently. To want me. To love me. This was my fault. I had to show up for Manning, no matter what happened; it was the only thing I could control in this moment.

  Tiffany and I arrived at the same time, pulling open the door to courtroom eight together, all brown wooden pews and worn carpeting inside.

  Manning stood before a judge in an orange jumpsuit, his back to us, a head taller than anyone in the room. The judge, elevated above the rest of us, looked down at Manning and spoke words I barely registered. “ . . . count of attempted robbery in the first degree . . . felony . . . do you understand the nature of the charges?”

  The brown-haired, suit-wearing man next to Manning looked over his shoulder at me. Dexter? I mouthed to him, but he just glanced at the ground and turned forward again.

  Manning nodded once. “I do.”

  The judge shuffled some papers. “Are you entering this plea freely and of your own will?”

  “Yes, Your Honor.”

  “Do you understand that by pleading guilty, you’re giving up your right to a trial?”

  “Yes, Your Honor.”

  Guilty? I must’ve misheard. My ears rang. Not guilty—that’s what he’d said. I took a few steps farther into the room, my heels sticking on the threadbare carpet. Tiffany grabbed my elbow to pull me back.

  “I understand there’s a plea bargain on the table,” the judge continued. “The prosecutor will now state the terms of the agreement to the court.”

  A man at the table to Manning’s left stood. “Your honor, we’re offering to reduce the charge from attempted robbery to burglary in the first degree with a low-term sentence of two years.”

  The judge looked at Manning. “Do you understand the terms of the plea agreement?”

  “I do.”

  “Two years?” I asked aloud. A few people looked over at me.

  Tiffany tugged on my elbow while the judge asked questions I didn’t understand. “Let’s sit,” she said.

  I ripped my arm from her grip and walked toward the divider separating the gallery from the court. Tiffany hurried after me.

  “Mr. Sutter, how do you plead to the charge?” the judge asked.

  Manning didn’t even hesitate. “Guilty, Your Honor.”

  Tiffany and I looked at each other. No. He had no reason to plead guilty. It must’ve been a mistake. It had to be. I went for the gate, but Dexter turned, put his hand up to stop me, and shook his head.

  “The court will accept your plea of guilty . . . sentenced to two years for a felony charge . . .”

  I gripped the sides of my head, covering my ears. “Manning,” I said. “Please don’t.”

  Manning turned as quickly as he could, his hands cuffed in front of him. My vision blurred with tears, but our eyes met, his imploring me.

  “What are you doing?” Tiffany asked him. “You’re not guilty.”

  “Ma’am,” the judge said. “Please don’t communicate with the inmate.”

  “It’s okay,” Manning said immediately, his voice hushed. I didn’t even think he understood what he was saying. He came to the wall. “Everything’s okay. You shouldn’t be here.”

  A man in uniform started toward us.

  Dexter checked over his shoulder. “Time to go, Manning.”

  “Not yet,” I said, but my voice came out as a whisper. I had to undo this. All of this had started because I’d gone over to talk to him on the wall, because I’d forced him to let me in the truck, made him drive me around when we should’ve gone straight back. “I can help—”

  “It’s okay, Birdy. I’ve got this,” Manning said calmly, leaning in. “You did good.”

  “No I didn’t.” My voice and hands shook. We were so close. I wanted to feel his stubble on my cheek, to have him whisper in my ear that this wasn’t happening. He couldn’t even touch me with his hands shackled. “This is my f—”

  “I did this to myself,” he said. “It was the only way. You have to trust me.”

  “But you’re innocent.”

  “Be good, Birdy.” He looked at Tiffany. “Thank you for—”

  “Defense,” the judge said. “That’s enough. Communicating with the inmate is grounds for arrest.”

  “Come on, Manning,” Dexter said.

  The man dressed like a security guard grabbed Manning’s arm. “Let’s go, inmate,” he said, leading him away.

  Tiffany’s chin wobbled. “Can I come see you?”

  “Your sister needs you,” he told Tiffany over his shoulder.

  Her contorted expression eased, smoothing out. I looked from her to Manning just as he disappeared into the back.

  Dexter stayed with us. “It was the best-case scenario,” he said. “The odds were stacked against him.”

  “But he’s innocent,” I said. “I was—”

  “I know,” Dexter cut me off sharply. He looked me in the eye. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. If we do anything more, it can only hurt him.”

  My chest tightened. I had to steady myself on the divider. Manning had told me to trust him. Dexter clearly knew about me already. The information I had could make things worse, I understood that—I’d only hoped the opp
osite was true.

  Dexter handed Tiffany a business card and a clear plastic bag with hardly anything in it.

  “What is this?” she asked.

  “Manning said to give it to you. His apartment keys are in there.” Dexter shook his head. “I don’t think he has anyone else.”

  I took the bag from her. There was a pack of cigarettes, keys, some loose papers, a ring, and . . . the bracelet I’d made him. I swallowed back another wave of tears as I took it out. It was worthless, just a few intertwined wax strings, but they hadn’t even let him keep that. This was all that’d been on him when they’d arrested him—which meant he’d also been carrying around the huge and chunky ring at the bottom of the bag. I wasn’t sure what it was or if it meant anything to him. The other morning as we’d walked into Reflection, he’d said he’d wanted to give me something. Maybe this was it. I put both the bracelet and the ring in my pocket before Tiffany could take them.

  Dexter had to go. Tiffany and I, out of options, walked back outside. The California sun felt angry, blinding. By the time we reached the curb, I was limping from the blisters the shoes were giving me.

  Tiffany noticed. “Wait here,” she said. “I’ll get the car.”

  I took off the pumps. Away from Manning, Dexter, and Tiffany, my nose tingled as tears leaked from my eyes. Guilt weighed on my shoulders. I never would’ve jumped in the lake if I’d known how his sister had died. I never would’ve gotten in the truck if I’d known an innocent man could end up in jail. I’d made some huge mistakes, and I didn’t even have the luxury of reaping the punishment myself. The man I’d hurt, the man I loved, had to do it for me. If anyone deserved to be led away into that ominous back room, it was me.

  Tiffany’s BMW pulled up to the curb. When I didn’t move, she rolled down the passenger’s side window. “Get in.”

  Barefoot, I crossed the pavement and slid in next to her.

  We sat in silence a few moments, her staring through the windshield, me out my window at nothing but the building’s beige stucco walls and chipped brown roof.

  Tiffany turned off the car.

  I looked over at her. “What’re you doing?” I asked.

  She kept her gaze forward. “Did you have sex with him?”

  My mouth went dry as the car shrunk around us. Sunlight harshened a film of dust on the dashboard. “What?”

  She turned to me. My sister’s eyes were as familiar as anything in my life, but I didn’t remember them ever being the glacial shade of blue they were now. “I saw you get into his truck that night. So did you?”

  “No.” My voice shook. It never occurred to me someone might’ve seen, least of all her. That’d been over three days ago, and she hadn’t said a word about it. “I swear, I didn’t. All we did was go for a drive.”

  “Why should I believe you?” she asked.

  “I wouldn’t lie to you, Tiffany. We drove around and came back. He didn’t burglarize any house. We didn’t . . .”

  “Say it.”

  “We didn’t have sex.”

  She grabbed the baggie of Manning’s things from the console and threw it at my feet. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with his shit?”

  I picked it up, the keys jangling. “I . . . I don’t know. He has no one else. I guess we—”

  She snatched it from me. “There is no we. Are you going to go to a landlord and explain this? You can’t even drive.” Her voice broke. “He wouldn’t even talk to me in there. He only had a few seconds, but you took them. All he said to me was ‘your sister needs you.’”

  There was nothing else to say. How could I ever explain what the last five weeks had been for me and Manning? That I’d felt justified in the decisions I’d made to try to keep him for myself? “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry won’t get him out of prison.” She started the car. “Look what you’ve done, Lake. You made a colossal mistake, and now my boyfriend has to pay the price.”

  We pulled away from the curb. I watched the courthouse in the side mirror until it disappeared—gone, just like summer. Just like Manning.

  I stared at nothing in the reflection long after we’d driven away, until I could no longer see through my tears.

  Tiffany’s words played over and over in my head.

  Look what you’ve done, Lake.

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  1995 (Present day)

  Gripping a bouquet of peach and cream garden roses, I peeked around the hotel’s archway. Friends and family quietly filtered onto a perfectly manicured lawn, murmuring as they took their seats for the ceremony.

  The sun began to set over the Pacific Ocean, fiery orange dipping into cool blue. This morning’s cloud cover had finally given way to an unblemished sky. With everything happening around us, it would’ve been easy to avoid looking at Manning, but that always had been, and always would be, impossible for me. My gaze lifted above the crowd and down the petal-scattered aisle. Manning stood under the sheer curtains of a gazebo on the edge of a cliff, his back to me as he spoke to the best man. The first time I saw Manning on that construction site, he’d been larger than life. Today, he was so much more. He commanded attention without trying. His shoulders stretched a bespoke tuxedo, and his hands sat loosely in his pockets as if it were any other day.

  He turned his head, giving me the pleasure of his profile. Strong jaw, full mouth, thick, black, recently trimmed hair. Even with the scar on his lip and the new, slight curve of his nose, he looked refined, the sum of all my dreams come to life.

  Henry spoke to Manning with the air of a father figure, his hand on his shoulder. Manning just listened, rubbing his sinfully smooth jaw as he stared at the ground. Henry paused, as if waiting for an answer or acknowledgement, and his smiled faded. He looked to the back of the decorated lawn, through the arches hiding the bridal party. He looked at me. Maybe Manning wasn’t as calm as I thought. Maybe he was having second thoughts.

  I, on the other hand, had only one thought.

  Mine.

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