I was sorting through my mail when the envelope first caught my attention. It was pink and the ink was red, but the part that puzzled me the most was that it was addressed to Brandon Hastings and Greyson Twining, the founders, CEOs, and devils of the private club.
I know all your secrets and I’m going to make you both pay. You can’t just love them and leave them. I’ve got help now. I know who you both are. Who you really are. You may have broken my heart, but I’m going to make sure that you both know what rejection feels like. You’re both going to feel every last inch of pain as I stab the dagger through your hearts.
I stared at the letter with my heart in my mouth. I’d known that my happy ending wasn’t going to be that easy. I handed the letter to Brandon in silence. I knew he wouldn’t be happy to read it, but I had to let him know. The end was imminent, and there was nothing that we could do.
I looked at Brandon and he looked back at me with the same look of worry and despair in his eyes. We were silent as we sat there, each one hoping that the other would have the answer to solve everything.
“Katie will leave me if she knows.” Brandon’s voice cracked, but I didn’t tease him as I would have in our college days.
“I don’t think Meg would hesitate before she ran out of the door.” My words pained me as I said them.
“Thank you for telling Katie that it was all you yesterday.” Brandon gave me a curious expression. “I don’t know why you did that.”
“I could see how much you love her and how much she loves you.”
“But Meg was there. I didn’t think you’d do that.” His voice trailed off. “I don’t know that I could have.”
“I wanted to think of someone else before myself.” I shrugged. “I feel responsible for everything,” I sighed. “I just wish I’d been able to tell Meg everything when she tried to leave yesterday.”
“You got her to stay though.” Brandon looked hopeful.
“Because she has no idea who I really am.” A deep fear settled inside of me. “If she knew who I really was—”
“It’s not you.” Brandon’s voice broke. “It’s me.”
“She was asking about Nancy. She wants to find out where she is.”
“It’s weird that she just disappeared.” Brandon looked worried. “You don’t think...” He stared at the ground in anguish.
“I don’t know,” I said, answering his unasked question.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head, wishing that this weren’t the one time I didn’t have an answer. “People have died because of us. I don’t want anything else to happen. I keep going over it. I keep thinking in my head, ‘What can I do? What can I say? How can I tell Meg everything and not have her think I’m a monster?’”
“I never thought I’d see this day.” Brandon gave me a surprised look.
“You mean, the day when we would be in the same room again without killing each other?”
“No, I meant I never thought I’d see the day that Greyson Twining was in love.” He sat back and cracked a small smile. “Though I suppose it hits all of us unawares.”
“I guess this is the irony of life.” I jumped up, unable to keep still. “Live your life without love and then when it happens, when it finally hits you and creeps up in your heart so tightly that it feels like you can’t breathe, it gets snatched away. Just like that. So easily. As if it were nothing.”
“Meg loves you. I can see it in her eyes.”
“But will she still love me when she knows everything?” I looked at him with bleak eyes and he turned away from me.
“I wish I could say she would. But I don’t know. I don’t know if Katie will still love me once she finds out.”
“What did we do, Brandon? My God, what did we do?” My voice cracked, and I sat there wondering how we ever could have done what we had. “Are we monsters?”
“You were just protecting me,” Brandon sighed. “All these years, I’ve been blaming you for everything that happened. I’ve hated you for so many reasons, but really, ultimately, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
“I don’t know what to say. All I know is that we’re in some deep shit, and if we don’t figure out who’s behind it and what’s going on, then we’re really going to pay.”
“It can only really be one person, can’t it?” Brandon closed his eyes and his face went white. “And I can’t say I blame her either.”
“It’s your choice.” I looked down at my desk. “Whatever you want to do, it’s your choice.”
“We should contact her right? See if it’s her?”
“There’s an email address at the bottom of the letter,” I sighed. “[email protected].”
“That’s helpful.” Brandon laughed then as he shook his head. “There are so many women both of us let get away.”
“If you mean f**ked and never spoke to again, then yes.” I laughed. “Though I don’t know if that means shit.”
“Who knows what they are thinking?”
“I don’t understand women,” I sighed. “Sex doesn’t equal love or a relationship. Shit, it doesn’t even equal sex the next night.”
“Let’s not argue the details.” Brandon stood up. “We both know men and women are different. We had a duty. We had an obligation. I just wish I’d realized that earlier.”
“I thought—”
“Shit, Greyson. We can’t keep passing the buck. At what point do we take responsibility for our own actions?”
“I just don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” I shrugged. “The last thing we need is for someone else to die.”
“Are you talking about murder?” Brandon’s eyes met mine and I saw the grim expression on my face reflected in his gaze.
“When people are desperate, there’s no discounting what they would do.” I picked up a pen and twirled it in my fingers. “When it comes to love, some people will do anything.”
The room went quiet as we both thought about the letter and what we had to do next. It felt surreal being in this position again. I was ashamed of my role in what had happened with Maria. I was ashamed and devastated. I knew that if the truth were to come out, it would essentially be the end for both of us.