by Rebecca Lee
I gave the cabby ten bucks and asked him to wait outside. At the last moment, I grabbed a suitcase. I rolled it behind me to the massive door of Tyler's mansion.
Martin answered and greeted me warmly.
“Mr. West is gone to town Ms. Frey,” he said. “He didn't give me any indication as to when he'd return.”
“Did he take the motorcycle?”
“I am sorry ma'am,” he said. “I don't share private information when it comes to Mr. West. He did leave something for you. It's wrapped and sitting on the desk in the home office upstairs.”
Martin moved aside, apparently inviting me in. I left the suit case outdoors on the steps.
Everything in my intuition told me the fantasy was ending. That this gift was going to be the period on the last sentence of the last chapter.
The package was on the desk, Underneath it was a set of clothes neatly folded.
“Which is mine?”
“Both from what I was told,” Martin said, leaving me alone in the room.
I opened the box.
“Oh my God. How?”
It was a tiara. One almost identical to the one I wore the night of homecoming. The one I threw in the trash outside the school when I found out Brad was done with me.
The note inside the box read simply:
“You will always be the queen of my holidays. Thanks for helping me believe in the magic once again. Tyler”
I was so stunned, I almost forgot about the clothes under the package. I ruffled through them.
There was a dark pea coat and black longshoreman's cap.
I'd made the right decision in taking the estate away from Tyler.
At that moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was a common thief.
Chapter 28--Tyler
I allowed myself the rare outrageous expenditure in the name of convenience.
I was on a private charter jet steaming south for Florida. The next day was New Years.
The days since Christmas had been hell. I kept telling myself it was Philadelphia and the dingy mud and dirt everywhere. But it was more than that.
I still thought of Beth. It wouldn't go away. But she left. Probably went back to her man she had before our Christmas together. I was just the trust fund kid to her. I wasn't the man who started with nothing because his parents would never give him anything, but became a self-made millionaire anyway.
I thought the Keys sounded nice for New Years. But really who was I kidding? I thought of south Florida because I still wanted her.
But I knew that was only in the movies. People are who they are. And she chose what she was. I had to let it go.
Florida wouldn't have let me do that.
I pulled out the remote radio and told the pilot to veer west. I was craving Mexico for some cave diving and fun Senoritas.
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