From out of nowhere, a forgotten memory returned to Claire. The room where Phil now stood—talking on his phone—was the same room where Marianne and Bonnie stood years ago. She remembered the cattiness in Bonnie’s voice as she discussed Claire’s clothes and undeserved devotion from Tony. At that time, Claire’s world was a lie. Every move she made and every word she said was solely to pacify the man Bonnie deemed as her sugar daddy. Looking at Tony now, she recalled the man he’d been and remembered the fear of disappointing him.
Today, her fear wasn’t the same—Claire didn’t fear disappointing Tony—she feared losing him. While they waited for Phil to return with his news, she yearned for the simplicity of a life with one goal—to please one man. The obstacles currently before them seemed insurmountable—Emily and John’s safety—Catherine’s plan for vengeance—the authorities—and their safe return to paradise. For a moment, she wished for the two of them alone in the beige walled suite with heavy golden draperies. Never had she imagined those memories would be her go-to safe spot.
The sound of Phil’s determined steps claimed everyone’s attention. He spoke as soon as he entered the room, “Change of plans—it seems that John and Emily caught an earlier flight. Eric said he just dropped them off at the estate. He didn’t know about the change of plans until Catherine informed him they were going to the airport. This was his first chance to call.” Tony stood, but before he could speak, Phil continued, “There’s something else. Sophia Burke is at the estate.”
“Why?” Tony asked. “Has Catherine told her the truth?”
“Eric said that Sophia doesn’t know who Catherine is. The two of them have become friends, and since Derek is out of town with work, Sophia is staying with her friend Catherine.”
Courtney interjected, “Yes, Derek Burke is with Brent. Remember that meeting in Chicago? Another member of the Rawlings legal team was supposed to go instead of Brent, but she had a conflict, so last night, Brent volunteered to go, but they left early this morning and are coming home this afternoon. Why would Sophia need someplace to stay?”
Phil shrugged. “We can’t get you to Catherine before the Vandersols arrive.”
Tony stood straighter. “We need to go now. I don’t trust her alone with them any longer than necessary. Besides, it’s a big house. With the security monitored I should be able to avoid encountering”—he looked toward Claire—“your family. It would be nice if I could get in and out without additional conflict.”
Phil answered, “I’ll text Eric, and we’ll confirm our meeting point.”
Claire summoned every mask from her past. She wasn’t trying to hide her feelings—she wanted to be strong for Tony. Hoping that her voice didn’t reveal her insecurities, she said, “Good.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
Claire continued, “The sooner you get this done, the sooner we can get back. Once you’ve secured Emily and John’s safety, if there’s any threat of them calling the authorities, call me. I’ll convince them to give us our year as a family.”
“No! Claire, you’re not getting close to the estate—you’re not getting involved. We discussed that.” Authority filled every word. He had no intentions of his directive being disobeyed.
“I know that. I still might be able to help.” Tony’s eyes spoke volumes. It was a look she’d seen too many times. Claire didn’t want to distract him from his objective. She softened her voice. “If you need me—call. I won’t come unless you assure me it’s safe.”
Gripping her shoulders, he said, “I love you. Your safety isn’t debatable. Do not disappoint me.”
She stared for only a moment, knowing Tony and Phil needed to leave. The vast darkness pulled her in. His tone sounded like the man from years ago; however, behind the darkness—within the black holes—she saw love—possession—and protection. She wouldn’t look away—she never could. For a split second, she marveled at how warm and secure his gaze made her feel; such a contrast to the memories of coldness. Lifting her face, she brushed her lips on his and replied, “I won’t Tony”—then with a knowing grin, she added—“Don’t disappoint me, either.”
He hugged her and paused a moment to kiss Nichol, who was laying in Courtney’s arms. His lips lingered on her fine hair, as he seemed to be inhaling her fresh baby scent. Claire fought the lump in her throat as she watched him close his eyes, savoring their daughter. Seconds later, he walked away, saying, “We’ll call when it’s done.”
They were gone.
Claire stared at the hallway in silence. Staying strong was no longer necessary. When the empty corridor became blurry, she turned toward Courtney. The tears continued to flow as her anguish came out with each word. Claire wasn’t looking for validation. She knew her statement was correct. Instead, she took comfort in the ability to relay her thoughts honestly and audibly. “Our lives are so fucked up!”
Courtney’s laughter filled the room. “You certainly do know how to sum it up!”
“Well, you said you wanted honesty.”