Their faces both drop.
“Too bad I don’t have her body to bury,” I sneer
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Cameron drains his glass and puts his hand up for another as I drop my head in my hands as my elbows rest on the table.
Adrian frowns as he thinks out loud. “Do you think they left her in the water?”
I shake my head as I think and my eyes flick outside to the guards all waiting near the door.
“Yeah, I think so,” Cameron answers. “She was asleep and wouldn’t have felt anything. The level of Rohypnol in her blood was much higher than in yours, although you were given it earlier than her.”
I stare into space as I think and the feeling of overwhelming loss starts to register again. A sad silence falls over the table.
“At least she didn’t suffer,” Adrian whispers sadly.
“Do you think I should have a funeral for her now? I was hoping they would find her so I could do it properly.” I frown.
Adrian shrugs. “Probably… I don’t know.”
“I think it would be good for her mother and Bridget if they had a funeral service,” I mutter. “Might bring them some closure.”
The table falls silent again and the waitress brings us another round of margaritas and we take them thankfully. I wait until she leaves and I raise my glass.
“I would like to make a toast.” My thoughts go to the toast I was supposed to be making at our wedding and I blow out a deep breath. “My darling Natasha, today could have been a monumental day in our lives but instead I am sitting in a bar drinking your favourite drink and discussing your burial status.” My eyes tear up. “I desperately wish we were drinking tea and celebrating our news,” I whisper.
The boys both frown. “What news?” Cameron asks.
“Natasha’s period was due today. We were trying for a baby,” I reply on autopilot.
“Fuck,” Cameron whispers as he runs his hands through his hair.
Adrian’s eyes instantly tear up and he grabs my hand over the table. I sit still, unable to show any emotion. I have no tears left, nothing more I can give up. I am dead inside.
Cameron puts his elbow on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose as his tears form. “Do you think she was pregnant?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “I doubt it. We had only been trying for a week.”
They both sit still, their sad eyes fixed on my face.
“She wrapped up her pill packet and the keys to the LA house and gave them to me for a wedding present. She wanted to move to Willowvale,” I mutter flatly.
Cameron’s haunted eyes watch me. “Joshua, I swear to you, if it’s the last thing I do, I am going to find who did this.”
Adrian nods.
The darkness overwhelms me. “And when you do Cameron, it is going to be my hands that kill them,” I whisper.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Joshua,” Adrian whispers, mortified.
I hold his eyes with mine. “No, they don’t, but they can make me able to live with myself. She didn’t deserve this. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Except you.” Cameron smirks. “She loved fucking you up.”
I smile broadly and nod. “Yes. Yes she did.”
“Yeah, you do look a bit like a fly.” Cameron frowns.