Page 120 of Fraud
“Call me if you need anything. Book-related or otherwise.”
I smiled, knowing this was her way of sayingI love you.
“I love you, too.”
We said our good-byes, and I quickly put a few more words in before leaving the small conference room I’d used for my lunch time writing sprint and running back to my desk.
The university was buzzing with activity as the semester drew closer to an end. Now that spring break had passed, seniors were eager for graduation and all that went with it.
Well, most of the seniors.
Amy had been bouncing between excited and somewhat terrified. Yesterday, after receiving a late acceptance to her top graduate school pick, her elation quickly pivoted back around to panic.
“This changes everything!” she’d announced after arriving for her afternoon shift.
I’d tried to explain to her that it only changed things if she decided to go, but there was no getting through to her.
I was hoping she’d be slightly less neurotic today.
Turned out, I was in luck.
Or so I thought.
“Hey, Kate!” she said in a chipper voice the moment I arrived at my desk. She was already situated in the chair I’d designated as hers almost four years ago.
It was going to be hard to let her go.
“Hi. You sound better.”
She nodded. “I’ve decided to be Zen about the whole thing.”
“Zen?” I asked, not really understanding her use of the word.
“Yes. Zen. You see, I was letting everything get to me, so I’m just going to sit on it. Give it a couple of days, maybe a week, and eventually, it will all make sense.”
I gave her a blank stare. “Zen, huh?”
She nodded. “Yep.”
“Okay. Sounds good to me.”
“Oh, and since my class was canceled, I came in early, so all your mail has already been taken to the mail room.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“And there’s a message for you on your desk,” she added just as I saw the bright pink note next to my phone.
The name immediately stuck out to me.
“Liam?”
She nodded. “He was here, looking for you, but said he couldn’t wait. So, he left a message.”
I pulled the message from the desk. Holding it eye-level, I had to read it several times over before the words made sense.
And even then I didn’t understand.
Tell Killian I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of this.
