Grant (part 3 of 3)

Grant

"We can do so much when this is done. But I'm still chained up,"

“What do you mean?” Nancy became serious.

“You’re the only one who knows how to and I trust enough to get Baxton’s files. I need you to go to England to get them.  That is how I get out of here.”

“Grant, no please I want to come and hold you. I can’t imagine being this close and-.”

“You already are. You got all the way to Crete during an international conflict. That’s amazing but now I’m here. And you’re there,” Grant pointed out.

“You think that since one horrible thing happened to me I can just leave to another country and ignore the fact that you’re only a plane ride away,” she buckled into tears with that. “You’re so close, screw you.” She stopped but did not hang up.  He could hear her exhaling and sniffling.

“You’re so special to me.  It’s a life with you I have been building in my head all these months in that stupid prison.  We can do so much when this is done. But I’m still chained up,” Grant pulled at his handcuffs that strained and clinked against the metal bed-side railing.  He wanted to rip them off.  He wanted to yell at Hope, I hate this state I’m in.  I live but I’m dead inside!!! “I need to get out,” he said quietly.

He still heard the heav exhaling.  And he waited.  Is she waiting? I can’t do this without her. “Hey just tell me:,” Hope said, “will you get tired of talking on the phone every day?”

“Oh Hope, thank you so much. I am all ears. I want to know how everything goes. I want to hear this amazing voice every day.”

“Really?” Leroy said with a feigned concern to no one in particular.  He was looking up at the ceiling and slouched in his chair.  Grant realized he was in tears and that he had mandated Leroy to essentially watch one side of the emotional conversation.

“Hun, I should get going too,” Grant concluded.

“No, that’s probably a good thing. I have a lot of planning to do.”