I waited about five minutes for a reply, but none came. I stowed my phone and continued my drive.
A couple of hours later, I was back in DC and on my way to meet Ben. I swore to myself if he started our conversation with I told you so, I was going to punch his lights out.
After I pulled into a spot in the lot, I grabbed my phone. My heart leaped when I saw her name.
LUCY: Yes, thank you.
DRAKE: I got your letter.
As soon as I hit SEND, I wanted to retract the message, but it was too late.
LUCY: Don’t hate me.
DRAKE: I could never hate you.
Because I love you is what I wanted to say, but didn’t. How could I? If she wanted me to let her go, that wasn’t going to help her. Instead she’d feel guilty for not being with me, and I refused to put her through any further anguish.
She didn’t text me back, and that was okay. I walked into the diner and grabbed a booth in the back. Music from the fifties played in the background, and the wait staff glided across the black-and-white checked floor on skates.
The bell on the door chimed, and Ben walked in carrying an oversized book. His posture was a bit slumped, not his regular straight-spine confident stride. He slid into the vinyl booth across from me.
“Ben.”
“Drake, thank you for meeting me.” He placed the large green hardcover book on the table.
“Did you bring me your yearbook to sign?” Sarcasm laced my words.
“I wish that’s what this was, but it isn’t.” He spun it to show me the cover. The Lions Den, Class of 2003. “I know you told me not to, but I did it anyway.”
Then a memory played in my head. Something Lucy said to me while we were at the park. “The Lions sucked.” This must be her yearbook.
“You know, don’t you, Ben?”
He flipped the yearbook open to a page he had marked with a yellow Post-It note. I looked at the picture of a young Lucy. Her hair was a bit longer, but her dark brown eyes were the same. They were a bit sad, as was her smile. Then I saw the freckle that I’d kissed so many times.
Naturally, the name under the picture was Abigail Winston, but it was her. I knew it was, and now Ben did as well. He was bound to ask questions.
Her senior quote caught my attention. “Life can be altered at the drop of a dime. Be sure to carry spare change.”
To think about how altered her life was and what she did to change it struck a chord deep in my heart. All I could do was stare at the brown-eyed girl looking back at me. How could I alter it more?
“Drake?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I know about this. I just found out, and I planned on discussing this with you.”
A crease formed between Ben’s eyes. “What does this all mean?”
“First, tell me how you found out.”
“Like I said, even though you told me not to look into her, I did. It wasn’t because I thought I would find something, but because I didn’t want to. Even more, I didn’t want anyone else to. I made a few calls and found out she’d legally changed her name. Since two people can’t use the same Social Security number, she filed for a new one, and it was approved. This isn’t something that can be easily found, but I have connections.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “When I ran the original one, Abigail Winston came up as the result. At first I was relieved, but then I dug deeper, looking for answers, and found information on her parents, which led me to her high school. I called the school and was able to obtain this yearbook. Believe me, I didn’t want to find anything. Once I saw her picture, I knew it was the same person.”
My heart began to race. How far did he dig?
“What else did you find?”
Ben started fidgeting, which was very unlike him. “I didn’t find anything on her, but her parents are very prominent in their community, if you didn’t know that.”