won’t. I’m sorry.” I walked away from Tilly leaving her standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I hailed a cab and went straight to work. I didn’t tell Dave. I didn’t tell anyone . I cleaned up the office and filed and filed until I had nothing left to file. I noticed I never found a copy of the Hunter files Dave asked me to shred. He said he had a copy, but when I looked in the file cabinet, it wasn’t there. It didn’t make sense. I just hoped that he wasn’t as drunk as he said he was that day. He probably shredded them himself, copies and all.
I still thought about Michael’s mother and that file. It’s purely coincidental. It has to be. There are plenty of people with the same name and birthdays, right?
I couldn’t wait until two to get out of that office , yet I didn’t want to go home either . I didn’t want to see Michael and I didn’t know if I made the right decision with Dr. Logan. These were the times I had wished I had someone to talk to. These were the times that I missed my mother the most.
CHAPTER 4
It was Saturday, December twenty-sixth, and I awoke with sweaty palms and butterflies in my stomach. The lump in my throat was thick and tight, and I didn’t think I would cry as soon as I woke up. I was getting married! Oh my God! I hadn’t had that feeling in a while and most of the time, the feeling was associated with a nightmare I had with my father. This time it was different; it was a feeling of joy, excitement and anxiety all wrapped up in one. I was marrying my knight in shining armor.
I had stayed over Margaret’s house while Michael stood at the loft with Dave.
“Margaret, I’m so nervous.” I walked over to the kitchen and made my favorite hazelnut coffee in the Keurig as my hands shook.
“You should be… and I think you’re going to have more people at your wedding than the royal family and you won’t even know half of them.” She laughed and waived her hand like the queen of England playfully.
“He even chose the music. He said I would be pleasantly surprised . He’s such a character. Besides, with Dave, I could only imagine what your wedding is going to look like.” I stirred some Splenda into my coffee then threw a packet at her.
“I only use real sugar. That stuff will kill you. Plus…you know that day will never come.” She lowered her head. “Jen, I’ll be honest with you. Our relationship is hitting rock bottom really fast, as a matter of fact, it’s spiraling out of control.” her eyes began to tear up.
“What? What do you mean? I’ve never seen you guys fight or argue, well except at my wedding and that day in the office.” I was stunned and even though I knew in my heart Dave didn’t want this, I really truly thought he would at least try.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about this today, but I do need to talk you. It’s your day and I don’t want to ruin it.” she wiped her tears with a napkin from the table.
“Oh Margaret, I’m so sorry. Promise me we’ll talk when I get back from my honeymoon. We’ll have a girl’s night out again. We’ll paint each other’s toenails and drink wine all night long.” I stood up and hugged her from behind. “We’ll call Tilly.” She gave me a dirty look. “I’m sorry. I just love it when we’re all together. I hate to see you so miserable. Look, we have time, are you sure you don’t want to talk now?” I held her hands gently in mine.
“No, no, not today, go… go… and take a shower. It’s your wedding day, it’s time to marry your prince.” She cupped my face in her hands and gave me a kiss on my forehead. Her eyes were filled with disappointment and it hurt me to see her in so much pain.
“You’re my best friend Margaret. I love you, thank you for always being there for me.” I hugged her tightly and dropped my head into her shoulder. She gently pushed me