Page 161 of When We Fall: Part Two
“OK,” I choked out. “I’ll be there.”
“See you soon.”
“Bye.” I disconnected the call and looked to Jamie.
“Do you need a ride?” she asked. “I’ll drive.”
I shook my head. “No. I-I want to go alone.”
“What about the guys?”
I scoffed. “What about them? They probably won’t even notice I’m gone. And Enzo…” I swallowed. “It doesn’t matter. I have to do this. For Foxy.”
“And you,” Jamie said, squeezing my hand.
“For me,” I whispered.
I puton a pink sundress and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. I barely slept, and whenever I did, it was filled with heartbreaking dreams of losing Fox.
I had to do this. In true boyfriend fashion, Enzo hadn’t come to see me again. I stopped wandering in to see him, too. Cole came in while I was sleeping and kissed me goodnight, just as hedid every night. I didn’t open my eyes to talk to him. I wanted to ask him so much about who Enzo was meeting up with, but I held back. Maybe I was too scared to know.
I exhaled and put on my makeup, forcing myself to complete it even though I wasn’t into it. When I was done, I almost looked like my old self.
The sadness in my eyes told a different story.
After dropping my lip gloss back into my makeup bag, I stood and slid my feet into a pair of wedge heels Fox used to love. Forcing my tears away, I grabbed my purse and went downstairs to find the house quiet. Jamie and Colten were around somewhere. I assumed Colten was with Ethan since I’d heard him moving around earlier. Jamie was likely napping. She knew I was leaving, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t told anyone.
I didn’t give a shit, though.
I went to my car and got in. It took me a moment to gather myself before I started the engine and left the property. A breath of relief rushed out of me when no one pulled out behind me. I assumed that since they weren’t expecting me to go, no one was prepared.
Or maybe Enzo really didn’t care anymore and told them to let me go.
That thought hurt, but like everything else, I shoved it aside.
I went to the law office of Dennis Welton, parking in a nearby garage across the street before heading inside.
After a short elevator ride, I found his office and stepped into it to find a middle-age woman behind a desk.
“May I help you?”
“Um, I’m Rosalie Bishop. I’m here for?—”
“Evans. Yes. Have a seat.”
I did as instructed and tried to steady my breathing as I waited. A few minutes later, a handsome man stepped out from behind a door.
“Rosalie?” he called out.
I stood as he gestured me inside, closing the door behind us.
“Have a seat.” He nodded to one of the leather chairs across from his desk. I took the chair and stared nervously at him as he pulled a folder toward him.
“There’s not much here. Fox was young,” he started. “Hadn’t really accumulated a lot, but what he did have was for you.”
I watched him open the folder.
“Fox is leaving behind approximately two million, three hundred ten thousand, four hundred eighty-seven dollars and thirty-six cents. That money will be transferred into your account today after signing.”
