Kim,
It’s all here, a million dollars that you can count if you want.
It took me a little longer than I thought it would to get all the money together, and some I will have to return to friends and family, since they let me borrow it.
I laugh at that then pull in a sharp breath when I read the next line.
In the twenty-four hours we spent together, you gave me a taste of something beautiful, and the memories of those moments have haunted me since I walked away from you. It’s something I have regretted doing since then, something I know I will always regret, because even if by some chance you forgive me, I will never be able to get back the time with you that I missed out on.
If you accept my apology, meet me at my place tonight at seven for dinner.
Xx Sage
Seeing the address to his house scrolled along the bottom, I close my eyes and fall to my back, holding the piece of paper to my chest. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to do this with him. I don’t know if I’m courageous enough to put myself out there with everything I have going on. Sage doesn’t know about my illness, and I don’t know what he will do when he finds out. Will he take off on me the same way Kelly did? Will it be too much for him to handle?
The what-ifs are enough to keep me from going to meet him, but it’s the idea of regretting something that has me opening my eyes to look at the clock on the stove. If I’m going to do this, I need to get up and get ready to leave now. The urge to call Chris to ask him what he thinks I should do filters through my mind, but I know what he’d say. He’d tell me that I’m an idiot for not already being in my car after seeing the money and reading the letter.
I can’t imagine badass Sage Mayson going around borrowing Monopoly money, but he did that, and he did it for me. “Screw it.” If I get hurt, if I end up brokenhearted, at least I can say I gave it a shot, that I took a chance. Since the moment I was diagnosed with kidney failure, I have worked on living a life without regrets, and I know I will regret not showing up to meet him if I don’t go.
Getting up off the floor, I start to close the briefcase then pause, take a five hundred dollar orange note off one of the stacks, and then pick up my purse, digging through until I find my wallet. Once I have it unzipped, I carefully place the note in the zipper compartment in the middle, and then drop it back in my bag. With that done, I close the briefcase and head for my bedroom, where I hurry up and get ready to leave.
Putting a light pink lip gloss on, I lean back away from the mirror, and then turn my head from side to side. I don’t want it to look like I’m trying too hard, so I leave my makeup light, only adding a few more swipes of mascara. My hair is still in the same style I wore to work, which is down with wavy curls that end at the tops of my breasts. Leaving the bathroom, I shut off the light and go to my room, where I change out of the slacks and heels I wore to the salon today, exchanging them for jeans and a pair of ballet flats. Then I take off my blazer and slip on a long, gray, cashmere cardigan over my simple black tank.
Looking at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door, I put a hand to my stomach that is filled with nervous butterflies since I made my decision to go meet Sage. Knowing I don’t have time to debate with myself about going, I head for the living room, grab my bag, my keys, and the briefcase, and then head downstairs to the garage to get in my car.
Driving down a long dirt road, through what can only be described as a forest, I look at the map displayed on my dashboard. The mapping system in my car told me that I arrived at my destination about three minutes ago, but I still haven’t seen a house, and I’m starting to freak myself out. It’s dark. I’m in the middle of nowhere, or I should say in the middle of the woods, and I’m pretty sure Bigfoot is going to walk out in front of my car at any moment.
Leaning forward to get closer to my windshield, I squint my eyes trying to see through the darkness that has engulfed me, when I notice something move off on the side of the road.