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There have been glimpses of normal. Glimmers and shimmers of what I could have, and they’ve all been with Vincent.
Our relationship was so intense, and it still has that same feeling.
I wish for the fantasy. I really do. I wish I could have met him under different circumstances.
The coffee shop fantasy.
It’s a good one. One I hold on to and will forever. This is it. When I saw him this morning, it was the last. His handsome face looking over me with so much worry.
I push it out of my mind and will my tears away.
I leave the room and go downstairs. Marguerite is just walking by with Timothy, who laughs when he sees me. I would have loved to get to know them both a little longer.
“Are you okay, sweet Ava?” Marguerite asks. “Can I get you anything before you go?”
“No, I shouldn’t be too long.” I hate lying to her.
“You sure Pierbo can’t get you what you need? I’ve been so worried about you.” She looks it.
“I need the fresh air. It will be good for my headaches.”
“Okay, dear, see you in a little while.”
I look at her, and emotion takes me. She was so nice to me when I needed nice. I hug her, placing my arms around her and Timothy, and they both hold me back.
“Princess Ava,” Timothy says and starts clapping.
“Thank you, baby.” He looks so much like Vincent. I give him a little kiss on his cheek, and he smiles.
When I look back to Marguerite, there’s something knowing in the look she gives me. It’s like she can tell I mean for this to be goodbye. She doesn’t say anything though.
I go through the door never looking back. Pierbo is on the driveaway waiting for me.
“Where to, Ava?” he asks.
“If you head to the mall and park in the parking lot, I’ll be able to get to where I want to from there. I should just be about half an hour.”
“Okay.”
The thing about trust is when it’s given freely, it can be broken easily.
All these people around me are trained to know that I can be trusted. I did what I was told, and no one would dare think I’d ever try to escape. And why would I do so when I only have a handful of days left?
So, all Pierbo does is smile as I leave him in the parking lot.
He never even questions me, and he probably won’t think anything has happened in half an hour when I don’t return. Maybe not even forty minutes.
He’ll just assume I was delayed. My guess is, I have one hour before he starts panicking.
That’s fine. I’m on my way to Dad’s. On the subway, it takes a little over an hour from the city center. Then I have to walk to his apartment.
When I get there, I just have to figure out what to do next.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Vincent
I stare at the picture Gibbs lays before me.
