All Chapters of YOU DON’T GET TO WALK AWAY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Voy died three years ago," Priska said. "So if you had told me you saw someone who looked like him, at least that’s understandable. But telling me that you saw Voy and you spoke with him?" Priska fired back at Rachel. "I don't even know why you're acting like he didn't divorce you three weeks before he died" "You're an ex wife so don't do above the title Rachel said." "Ouch", you shouldn't have said this priska said to Rachel. Then you just have to believe me. "I’m not lying," Rachel said. "Is there any other person who has that particular birthmark by the side of the eye? If it’s not Voy, there is nobody who would see your husband and not recognize him. I know what I’m talking about." "Shut the fuck up," Priska said. "How did... wait, wait, wait, hold on. Don’t tell me.... ummm wait a minute." She was stammering now. "Did you see a ghost? Because what are you even saying? Were you not at his funeral three years ago? I mean, Voy is dead. You can’t tell me you saw him

It wasn't even up to thirty minutes and priska had reached the school already.I got a message from the school that my kids are here she thundered.“Where are my kids?” Priska’s voice hit the ER desk hard enough to make the nurse flinch. “Mrs. Ricks? They were picked up twelve minutes ago with their father’s authorization.” Priska stared. “What do you mean by their father’s authorization? My husband died three years ago. So who authorized the picking of the kids?” The nurse looked down at the log, confused. “The signature here says V. Ricks.” Priska went still. “Voy Ricks? Dead for eight months. I don’t understand. This doesn’t look real. My husband has been dead for three years now, and the school was aware. Who gives out children on a signature that I’m not understanding? This whole scenario—please, you people should explain it to me. You, the school, know that the dad to the kids is dead. So how come a dad authorized the signature to pick up the kids? Are you hiding som

The front door clicked shut at 2 AM. Priska didn’t turn on the lights. She didn’t want to see how empty the house felt after everything. “Mommy?” Dary’s voice was small from the balcony. The girls were behind him, rubbing their eyes. Priska dropped her bag and forced a smile. “Hey babies. You’re up.”“Why are we home so late?” Dary asked. “And why were we in that big metal box? It was scary.”Priska’s throat tightened. She knelt down and pulled all three of them into a hug. “Bad people made a mistake,” she said. “But it’s over now. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”“But you were crying in the car,” one of the girls whispered. Priska swallowed hard. “Mommy had a nightmare. It’s gone now.”They didn’t believe her, kids always knew but they let it go, yawning and trailing back to bed. Once the house was quiet again, Priska sank onto the couch in the living room. This was the house she and Voy bought together. The house he never saw finished. The house Rachel said didn’t bel