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Thankfully, Tish remains in a coma.
“No, I’m all set. Don’t be out too late. You both have class in the morning,” I say. Ashlyn’s decided to finish her senior year at Ohio State. She’ll also keep her internship with Jennifer.
“Yes, Mom. We know. Love you,” she says as they depart.
I walk down the hall to my home office to put the finishing touches on the Forever product launch plan. If only John had agreed to it sooner, maybe we’d be in a different place. For me, the project has been a focus,a place to channel my energy after the divorce. Turns out anger can push you to pursue goals others don’t think are possible.
On my desk is the latest issue ofCEO Magazinefeaturing me on the cover, and a two-page spread of Ashlyn and me on the inside. The new president starts next week and will take over John’s office and report to me. That feels right to everyone.
Tish is out of our lives now, for good.
In fact, she’s barely hanging on to hers.
The will she concocted has been ruled a fake, of course. Her witnesses recanted and her attorney, Uncle George, fled the country. Trying to keep one step ahead of the law, I suspect. I know he won’t ever be back. I’ve made sure of it.
It’s strange who can come into your life and turn it upside down. And how wrong you can be about someone. None of it is fair, nothing about the situation was right.
John brought Tish into our life, and he paid the ultimate price.
Jennifer’s email lands in my inbox.How’s the launch plan look?
Perfect.
The next morning, the EventCo staff gathers in the atrium, and I walk alone onto the stage. Jennifer has lured an impressive gaggle of national and regional press, so as I begin to speak, cameras flash and reporters focus.
“Thank you all for coming today. As you know, the last six months have been difficult for EventCo. A day after our IPO, my former husband and cofounder of the company, John Nelson, died tragically in what has now been ruled a murder.”
A murmur rolls through the crowd. This isn’t a surprise, of course. It’s been national news. Some think this whole sordid, sad story will become a movie. I hope not. I focus on the audience. I smile.
“My daughter, Ashlyn, and I were determined to save this company, despite the tabloid fodder our personal lives had become. To that end, I’m proud to announce that the EventCo team has done it again. Today, we revolutionize the way our customers invite their friends to special events, and the way they keep in touch, forever. Introducing EventCo Forever, a lifelong portal of memories and celebrations to keep you connected with your loved ones now, and forever.”
The room fills with applause, and I motion for Ashlyn to join me onstage. I tell myself not to dwell on the stock price increase we would have seen at the IPO if John had agreed to launch the Forever product when it was ready. If he’d been focused on the business instead of trying to get out of the mess he’d made by marrying his assistant, just imagine. The anger I used to feel toward him has dissipated some. I’ve been able to channel it. It made me clear about what I really want. Even Dr.Ray agreed.
Since the magazine article ran, I’ve enjoyed sharing the spotlight with Ashlyn. Even the tabloids seem to take it easy on us and focus instead on Tish, digging into her past. The police investigation was quick. Chief Briggs had to question me because I was a witness to her fall. He felt terrible for causing me more stress. In reality, he was such a help. He’s actually quite handsome, thoughtful, too. I am looking forward to our dinner date.
Tish’s fall was ruled a horrible accident that happened to a horrible person. Karma, I suppose.
I shake my head, return to the present. I’m glad Ashlyn and I have a chance to build our bond and build the company together. It was almost too late.
I still have nightmares about what I saw that night when Tish fell. Ashlyn says she’s sleeping fine. In my mind, she was never there, and that is how it must be. I tell her that daily.
In my nightmares, Tish doesn’t tumble down the stairs. Instead, she follows me around, offering a glass with some special margaritas. Her head is tilted to the side. It’s creepy.
I drink, and she refills my glass.
I always wake up as my body seizes, clutching my chest. I imagine John, gasping for breath, not understanding what Tish had done. I wonder if he knew at the end. I have to believe he did.
I hug my daughter as the cameras flash.
I’m so lucky to be alive. We all are.
EPILOGUE
TISH
Six months later
Shady Valley Care Facility
