Echoes of Tomorrow Season One: Episode Two (Echoes of Tomorrow: Season One Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

party, that he had yet to attend, he rarely spent time in the office. Often just to go over the files of the next job site before he flew out of town again. Over the last year he'd been in the habit of having them send the files over email so he could spend more time at home.
    "Tell you what. While I'm out, talk to Andrea. Ask her how hard she thinks it would be to sell the house."
    "Are you seriously thinking about it?" She leaned her back against the door, staring at her with a guarded expression; one that upset Tyler to see. It was his fault though, and he knew it. If his conviction was half as strong as his ability to work hard, he would've been out of the job years ago.
    "Yes." He rubbed his arm on her leg. "For real this time."
    She squealed in excitement, removed her seatbelt, and planted a juicy kiss on his cheek. Tyler let a hint of a smile form on his lips while holding an otherwise stoic expression. The seeds of doubt were sown too deep in his psyche for that promise, and he knew it. He knew if she was honest with herself, she knew it too. There were other reasons he couldn't leave this job he didn't dare tell her about. Reasons that made it damn near impossible to run away, even though he wanted nothing more.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    September 15, 2013
    Mobile, Alabama
     
     
     
    "Well, look who's awake," Marcy said when Tyler's eyes opened.
    Tyler felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His head pounded ferociously under the bandage wrapped around his right temple. He still didn't know how he'd gotten the lump, but he remembered it was over his truck.
    Tyler was in one of four beds jammed into the room. None of the usual medical equipment he expected to see in the room were there. He glanced down at his arms noticing a plastic ID tag around his wrist, but the usual tubes and wires weren't there. Then he remembered the scene outside of the hospital when they showed up. Other than his pounding head, the lack of tubes meant he had to be OK. That or they expected him to die. Him being awake had to be a sign of the former.
    "Hospital?" he asked, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. He remembered pulling into the parking lot with the woman from the pharmacy, but everything after they got out of the car was a blur.
    "Yep. They said you have a severe concussion. Wanted to keep you here for a while to make sure you'll be OK."
    Tyler tried to sit up, but gave up when the pain in his head intensified. "How long have I been here?"
    Marcy closed the magazine she'd been reading and placed it on the counter next to the sink. "Three days so far."
    "Three days?" he said, voice loud enough to wake the person in the bed next to him. "I need to call my wife. Let her know I'm OK."
    Marcy pursed her lips. "Bad news on that front. Phone service has been wonky since yesterday." She pulled out her cell phone and handed it to him. "You're welcome to try calling on my phone. Land lines are shot."
    "Thanks." He took the phone and held it in front of his face and dialed the number. He got through the zip code and first three numbers before hitting a mental wall. Living in a digital age with every phone number you could ever need at your fingertips, he struggled to recall the ones for his home. After a minute of trying and failing to spur his memory he sighed and handed back the phone. "Can't remember the number."
    "I can try to look it up, if it will help," she offered.
    "Unlisted number." Tyler leaned back in the bed and placed his hands on his head. He felt stupid for not knowing something as basic as his phone number. Once he was out of the hospital and in a place where he had access to his contact list, he vowed to memorize every number important to him; the house phone, Carrie's cell, even the kid's phones if they had one.
    He was worried about them. Not just concerned with how they were doing, but wondering what they thought about him. It was not like Tyler to go more than a day or two between phone calls to check in and