Page 92 of Fun and Games
The piece of paper with his final vow.
Finally, lying in the middle of what looked like an altar to my deceased fiancé, were two silver rings.
Shit.
I whirled around, scanning all corners of the room, heart in my throat and panic rising in my chest.
Mason was gone.
Thirty-Five
"I don't knowwhat to do," I said desperately into my phone, clutching it with both hands. "I don't know what he might have thought when he saw everything."
"It's okay," Sheila replied soothingly. "It'll be okay."
"How do I know that!?" I cried, running a hand through my hair and nearly tugging out knotted strands. "He's ignoring my texts, and he won't answer his phone when I call. I tried showing up at his place, but if he was home then he wasn't opening the door. I need—" I gulped a panicked breath.
I needed to talk to Mason. I needed to explain.
I didn't want to imagine what worst-case scenarios he was imagining, but whatever they had been, it was enough to send him storming through the front door without a word to me.
"Tell me exactly what happened," Sheila said. "And remember to breathe."
I took in a wheezing breath, trying to calm down.
"I was in the bathroom," I said. "He had gone into my bedroom. I'd forgotten about the stuff I still had lying out. He must have seen all of it. He didn't even speak to me or come and ask me about anything. He just ran out."
"What stuff was it?" Sheila asked patiently.
"Movie tickets," I said. "A travel guidebook. The things Darlene sent, mostly. I was trying to decide what to do with them."
"What else?" she asked.
"He saw—" My fingers clenched down on the phone. "He must have seen all of David's notes."
"What notes?"
"The ones he used to leave me everywhere," I said. "Our bucket list notes."
"You still have them?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah."
"All of them?"
"Yeah."
"There were a hundred of them."
"I know."
"Bree…" She let a breath out through her nose, and I could tell she was unnerved.
"It wasn't like I had a creepy shrine to him or something!" I said. "I just wanted to have something to remember him by."
"Are you sure you didn't want something to keep clinging to?" she asked.
I gritted my teeth as tears sprung to my eyes.
