Page 160 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Things are cold here, babe. I-I don’t know what’s going on with the guys, but they’re not the same. I know everyone is grieving, but you’re not being treated the way you should be. I’m worried.”
I looked over at her finally. “What do you mean?”
She licked her lips. “I-I heard Enzo on the phone last night. He was talking to someone. Asking if they’d meet up with him.”
“Probably business?—”
“Rosalie.” She took my hand and held it tightly. “It was a girl.”
My heart jolted at her words. I blinked rapidly.
“H-How do you know it was?”
“He had her on speaker in his office. The door wasn’t closed all the way. I-I shouldn’t have been listening, but I-I…”
My bottom lip wobbled. Enzo had definitely been withdrawing. He hadn’t kissed me. Hugged me. Said he loved me in weeks. I hadn’t had sex since the party.
“Did-Did he say her name?”
“No,” she said. “The girl sounded excited to meet with him, though. She-She said she knew he’d come around.”
I wiped quickly at my eyes.
“I didn’t want to tell you, but you deserve to know something is going on. I wasn’t sure if I should tell you since maybe it was nothing,” she continued helplessly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I managed to say.
“Please, Rosalie. Call the attorney. Get things sorted in case you have to leave. You’ll need the money to set yourself up. I think Fox knew it all along. Trust in him, OK?”
I nodded, my throat still tight. She reached out, grabbed the letter from my nightstand, and handed me my phone.
“I’ll leave if you want me to,” she said.
“Stay,” I whispered, taking the items from her. “I-I need you to stay.”
She nodded as I breathed out. It took me a moment to gather myself. Was Enzo cheating on me? That wasn’t like him at all. Maybe it was just some business thing. He was always talking to new people.
Deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. It hadn’t been right in weeks.
With shaky hands, I called the lawyer.
“Dennis Welton, attorney at law,” a man answered.
I cleared my throat. “Um, hello. T-This is Rosalie Bishop?—”
“Miss Bishop, I was just going to call you. I have your late fiancé’s will here. We need to go over it.”
“Yes,” I said. “What do you need from me?”
“I need to read off to you what he’s left you, and then I need a signature. That’s it. What does your availability look like?”
“Open.”
“Perfect. Tomorrow at… four PM work for you?”
“Yes.”
“My address is on your letter. Just come in and let Meredith know you’re here for the Evans’s will. If anything changes, please call me.” He paused before speaking again, his voice going from professional to gentle. “Fox was an extraordinary man, Rosalie. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. Let’s get this sorted, OK? This was important to him.”
