Page 70 of Sins or Secrets
Fragile…
That’s the word I was looking for earlier.Fragile and afraid. So afraid to lose the one thing I wanted that I’m going to lose him on my own terms and remember how we were instead of what happened to us.
“I think it’s best that we keep things professional betweenus.We should just sort out thehouse.Logan,I’m leaving in five and a half months and I’m not comingback.I can't be withyou.”
He doesn’t answer. He just stares at me with an endlessly dark gaze.
For a split second, I see everything in hiseyes.Hope, dreams, wishes. Thennothing.And that’s when he leaves.
With a heavy thud, his boots carry him away and I’m glad he goes before the tears I was holding back flow down my cheeks.
* * *
I ignored Bree’s calls and her messages, knowing she’ll take my lack of response to mean I’m still with Logan.
She’ll never guess that I’m home searching for jobs in New York that start later in the year.I had an email back from Jodi Fontaine, one of my teachers at Juilliard I kept in touch with.While I was still at the motel, I’d messaged asking if she knew of any jobs going.She was away at the time and just responded to let me know there wasn’t but there might be a potential for something small in the fall.
I didn’t care how small it was.By the time fall came around, I wouldn’t have to worry about money.In the dance world, all you need when you’re looking for an opportunity is a foot in the door.That’s if you’re good, and I am.
That’s the one thing I can stake my claim to.My talents. I can dance and I can teach.Two powerful things that mean I’ll get by.
After dinner, I started looking over Lilly’s lesson plans for the school, then the doorbell rang.
On the weekdays the workmen have been around so I tend to leave the door open, bit since the worst parts of the house have been fixed they haven’t been here over the weekends.
I thought it was Bree coming to check on me but was mildly surprised to find Mr. Mulligan standing on the other side of the door carrying a case.
“Quinn, hello there,” he says, giving me that good natured smile.
“Hi.”
“I apologize for my presence but I tried to call and your phone kept going to your voicemail.I’m out of town for the next three weeks and I’m supposed to give this to you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry you couldn’t get me.I wasn’t feeling well.” It’s better I say that.
“I hope you’re feeling better.”
“Yes, I am. What is that?”
“It’s something Lilly wanted you to have.”
“Oh.” I narrow my eyes looking over the package in his hands.He hands it to me and it feels heavy.“What is this?”
He gives me a grim smile. It’s odd because he’s not exactly a grim person.“My dear girl, it’s best you take a look.She left a letter inside for you, written a few days before she died.She made specific request that I was to give this to you three weeks after you agreed to stay and not a day before.She was a woman of many mysteries, probably what made her so interesting.”
I nod agreeing. “Yeah. Thank you.”
“If either you or Mr. Savage needs me, call my office and my secretary will get the message to me.”
“I’ll do that.”
With that he tips his head and leaves.
Curiosity has me gripped in its claws big time.What on earth could this be now Lilly?
I’m anxious to see the letter.Knowing she wrote me something only days before she died means a lot to me.
I go to the living room, sit on the sofa, and setthe case down next to me.
