As I slid into the car, his plane must have landed, because a rare message appeared on my phone.
[You’ve done so well. The house is in your hands. Hold on for two more months and I’ll be back soon.]
[When I return, I’ll arrange a wedding for you, one that will be even grander than Rhea’s.]
[Thank you for your understanding, Starlene. I just don’t want Rhea to have any regrets before she leaves.]
But why must their regrets always be paid with my own sincerity?
Tears slid onto the phone screen. I didn’t reply. Instead, I dialed another number.
"Dr. Brian? Yes, please help me get a death certificate."
Since he loved to act, I would give him a stage and this would be my final gift to him.
The death certificate arrived at the villa and I dragged my suitcase out the door without looking back, heading straight for the airport.
At that same moment, in Paris, Justin stared at his phone. The message thread remained unanswered for so long that a prickling unease and irritation began to stir.
"What’s wrong with Starlene? We just left and she’s already out of reach. Can’t you control her?"
"She doesn’t answer calls or reply to messages. Who spoiled her like this?"