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I shook ave him directions to take me to my dorm at The New Yorker

I cried my eyes out on the trip there, but didn’t care The poor driver probably didn’t knohat to say, but I felt his eyes on me in the rear view mirror

I didn’t knohat to think Beckett had been there? It was because of him that Dan died?

He got the letters because his first name was Daniel?

Not only did he deceivewho I was and all about Dan, he was the one Dan went to rescue…

I arrived back atmy eyes out until I finally fell asleep much, much later

When I woke early the nextafter only a few hours of sleep, I had another cry when everything Beckett

toldback at once I couldn’t really explain why I was crying Dan had been dead for a year I hadn’t cried for several ht about him Instead, I usually felt a kind of sadness in ia for our relationship and all the things ould have done, had he still been alive

When I was cried out, I checkedMost of them were from Leah, but several were from Beckett – or should I call him Daniel?

His story was so damn convoluted that I didn’t knohat to believe

I deleted all thoseher I was fine and that I’d spill all over coffee and bagels at our usual Sundaybrunch spot Then I had a shower and tried to wash the tears and shock out of me

I pulled on lasses My eyes were still a bit red and ood day I walked to the subway and took a train to Central Park West and the little deli where Leah and I used to go before Dan died

“Hey, sweets,” she said when she sawI sat down,“You look like shit”

“Thanks,” I said with a sardonic laugh “Just what I needed to hear”

“Tell ,” she said and narrowed her eyes “You’re going to forgive hiht?”