“He thought I didn’t want him.”
“And he thought you didn’t want him.”
Caleb laughed bitterly.
“Forty-five years.”
I nodded.
“Forty-five years.”
Two people who loved each other.
Two people waiting for the other to make the first move.
And neither one did.
Until it was too late.
Caleb opened the notebook.
The last page contained only one sentence.
If Caleb ever reads this, tell him I was never angry with him.
Caleb stopped breathing for a moment.
Then he whispered:
“I was never angry with him either.”
Chapter 11 — The Deed
Before I left, I gave Caleb the notebook.
But I kept the deed.
Arthur had told me there was one more thing Julian wanted me to understand.
The next afternoon, I returned to the lawyer’s office.
Arthur placed the deed on his desk.
“You should know what this is before you open it.”
I looked at him.
“What did Julian buy?”
