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But it wasn’t
It was yours
And I couldn’t do it
I’m sorry
I boxed up all the stuff I thought was yours at your old apartment the night we got back from Greece
I’ll have it shipped to you whenever you’re ready
But I thought you might want this now
Tears spring up in my eyes. I untie the ribbon. Take the lid off the box, and peek inside.
“Oh my God. No way.”
I lift the gift from the box. A round gold pocket watch. The lid flips open to display a floral clock face.
It’s my great-grandfather’s pocket watch.
Our last name is engraved on the back. My great-grandfather handed it down to my grandfather, then he gave it to my dad. I remember sitting on my dad’s lap, pulling it from his pocket and playing with it. It’s one of my strongest, fondest memories of my father.
The watch is my only family heirloom.
It’s the one thing I risked it all for when I went back to the apartment that day. Trevor knew I’d return for it. He must have hidden it somewhere, so I’d keep coming back to look for it.
Beckett found it. He must have read my last name on the back and known it was mine.
I have to go to him.
I grab my coat, heading back out.
My hands are shaking. I don’t know if I can drive. Should I take the subway? Call a car? Just text him to come and get me?
I want to surprise him.
I jog down the two flights of stairs that lead up to my apartment. The cold air hits my face as I stand on the street, trying to make up my mind on how to get to him.
The smell of incoming snow surrounds me. A few flakes swirl through the air, tiny white gems twinkling under the streetlights.
“Hey. Over here.”
I glance across the street toward the familiar voice.
It’s him.
What’s he doing here?
I move slowly. My feet feel like they’re gliding over water. I’m in a dreamlike state as I walk toward him.
He stands under a streetlight, his hands shoved into the pockets of his long, dark gray wool coat. His hair is up and back, windswept but groomed. He casually leans against his silver BMW.
There’s a dark shadow running along his straight jawline. A sparkle reaches his eyes as he watches me. That familiar, gorgeous smile hits his lips, making my heart race.
God, I’ve missed his face.
I move closer, wanting to leap into his arms, but knowing after all this time, I shouldn’t. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
