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“Of course,” he said, nodding. “As long as this will just be a private co-parenting thing without feelings, sex, or dating with you two, I think it’ll be fine. There won’t be any sex, right?”
I avoided that question.“Did you find her home address?”
“I did.”
“Can I have it?”
“For what?”
“I would like to send her some flowers.”
“For what?”
“I want us to start over,” I said. “I want us to remain on the same page.”
“Tell me the type of flowers and what you want in the note. Then I’ll handle it.”
“I was hoping for a more personal touch.”
“That’s not happening.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Your brother and sister have called a few times. Spend your night talking to them instead of worrying about Miss March.”
“You’re never giving me her home address?”
“Never.”
* * *
Sometime around midnight,I tried to keep my expression as stoic as possible while my younger twin brother and sister “cried” onscreen via Skype.
“I just don’t understand you, brother,” Priscilla said. “You just left us behind, no warning. It was utterly selfish and cruel.”
“You’re a wanker and a fool,” Charlie added. “Plenty of people would kill for this life and you just throw it away like it doesn’t mean anything. And for what? Books?”
“We have books here. You proved that you’re good at it already. You can come back and do that here.”
They even talk in the same cadence as Father…
“Victoria has been crying her eyes out.” Priscilla dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. “You made a fool out of that poor girl. She loved you.”
She loved herself.I rolled my eyes.
“The press will continue to follow your every move there,” Charlie said. “You didn’t escape from anything. You just brought all your troubles across the pond with you. That said, if you come back and apologize within ninety days, I will be the first to publicly forgive you.”
“You can keep it,” I said. “I’ve already told you that I’ll come to your joint birthday party and our grandmother’s annual celebration that is weeks after that. That’s all I can promise, and I didn’t make this decision for either of you to understand.”
“You’re even more selfish than I thought!” Priscilla shouted. “You are—”
I hit the mute button and ran a video on a loop that made it appear as if I was still there.
Walking over to my floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked down at Seattle, waiting to miss my view back in London, but it never came.
As I was watching The Great Wheel spin in purple and blue lights, my phone buzzed with a call.
Unknown number.
I hesitated a few seconds before answering.
“Hello?”
