Ella had agreed to stay at her aunt’s house. Tim’s dad was on his way home from New York City and would be there in a few hours. In the meantime, Aunt Gen had taken something pretty potent that was helping her sleep. Henry had gone back to Teresa’s house. He’d promised to let her family know what had gone on so she wouldn’t have to call any of them. Her dad had still called, but Ella didn’t have much to say to him. She was numb.
One of Aunt Gen’s butlers announced she had a visitor; Ella blinked a few times and looked up at th
Rome’s mother was still crying. He’d been home for a few hours, and she was still sobbing as if he was the one that was dead. His father and McNair had spent most of that time in the study while Rome sat in his bloodstained shirt with his arm around his mother, apologizing.Eventually, the two men came out. “Lacy, why don’t you leave us be for a few moments?” Monty asked in a tone that conveyed it wasn’t a question.
About an hour after Mary had gone home, saying she’d consider Ella’s offer to come and work for her as her personal assistant, the same butler who’d led Mary in earlier ushered in new guests, unwanted ones.Ella had been sitting with her bare feet tucked underneath her, staring at the wall, but when her father, his lawyer, Bob Shiner, and Henry walked in, Ella stood, not sure what she should do. The three of them were dressed in suits, and the older gentlemen looked extremely serious, as if Ella was th
The tinkling of pebbles hitting his window roused Rome from an uncomfortable, fitful sleep. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was past 3:00 in the morning. He thought he’d fallen asleep a little after midnight, but he’d been awake off and on for so long, he wasn’t sure what time it had been the last time he dozed off.Clanking noises continued to get his attention. Rome sat up, brushed back his hair, and took a deep breath. He assumed it had to be Bart throwing the rocks. He lived next door after all. He would wait until the chances were that e
Mark’s memorial ceremony was small. His parents, brother, and some other relatives were there, as well as Rome and his parents, Bart and his parents, and a few other close friends. Despite his fame and fortune, when it came to his services, his parents wanted only those most important to their son to be there.The pastor was talking about how Mark’s life had been cut so short, how he would’ve done great things if he’d lived, but that they’d never know why God saw fit to end his life so quickly. Rome wasn’t really listening to any of
The cemetery was beautiful. Flowers and plants in bloom were everywhere Ella looked. The sky was a brilliant blue, and it didn’t quite seem to go with the melancholy mood of the occasion. The casket they were about to lower into the ground contained the body of one of the most wonderful people she’d ever known. How dare the sky be anything but gray?Hundreds of people were there. Tim’s parents had decided to allow anyone who wanted to come to do so. Ella thought it was an odd choice, but who was she to argue with them?
No one noticed the vial. As soon as Ella got back to her parents’ house, she went up to her room--which was on the second floor now, not the attic--and promptly took it out and hid it. She was expecting a phone call from Bart to explain what it was and what she was supposed to do with it, but she didn’t even know for sure that it was Bart who had handed it to her.She sat through an uncomfortable dinner with her father, stepmother, Anna, Drew, and Henry where hardly anyone said a word, and her stepsisters spent most of the time sobbing, as if they had lost
The pounding in Rome’s head made him think he must’ve been assaulted by a brute with a sledgehammer. He opened his eyes as far as he dared, just a slit, and immediately wished he hadn’t. There wasn’t much light in the room, wherever he was, but even the soft glow from the open window and the clock next to the bed was enough to make him nauseated.“Are you awake?”
The house was quiet. Ella lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all of those nights she’d lay beneath this same roof but looking at a far different picture of it. If it weren’t for Rome, she’d probably still be in the attic. He’d be out there, freely living his life. Tim would be alive, and so would Mark.Had her will to be free cost others everything?