a big part in the trial, too. I should also tell you that she tried to kill herself unsuccessfully before and after we got married.” Em’s eyes fall to her hands as she plays with her engagement ring. I see them glaze over with tears once again.
“What is it? Do you think he loved her? Is she a threat to you guys now? I can’t even believe that this is something you were dealing with at age eighteen and I’m only hearing about it now.” I guess we both have secrets.
“Sara, she’s dead. Third time’s the charm. She managed to successfully kill herself about two years ago. Her name was Isabella Knight.”
I listen and it takes my brain a few minutes to connect the dots. But once the lines have been drawn, it all makes sense. “Will Knight and Isabella Knight are husband and wife?”
She shakes her head. “No, Will is her little brother,” she tells me, and alarm bells suddenly go off in my head, one by one. “He blames Louis for Isabella’s death. He even tried to have it out with him many years ago, and the police got involved in their altercation. So, in short, I walked into Isabella’s family’s hotel in St. Lucia and right into Will’s arms—or his bed, as Louis keeps reminding me.”
I’m speechless! Just speechless!
“I don’t think he was trying to hurt me like Louis believes. He brought me back home safe on a private jet. He drove me to my house, and he was the one who caught me when I fainted on my front porch when I heard Jenna’s news about Louis. He only left my side once I regained consciousness. He mentioned that we should talk. I have his number and I truly would like to talk to him without feeling like a traitor. Louis doesn’t let me out of his sight. He works from home, he even escorts me to the bathroom,” she says, rolling her eyes. I totally believe it; that sounds exactly like Louis!
“I think you should talk to him and get his perspective from that night. Find out why he didn’t tell you that he knew exactly who you were. What was his motive for lying?” I feel like a hypocrite saying those words; what was—or is—my motive for lying my whole life? Some people are just liars, no ifs ands or buts about it. “Do you know where he’s staying?”
Em shakes her head. “I just have his number, and he mentioned that he’s staying at a hotel not too far from my house. But I don’t know which exactly. I’m not even sure he’s still in New York, but he said that he’ll wait until we talk before he goes back home.”
“Do you want me to do a check and see which hotel he’s at? You know, if you want, I could go meet him for you and ask him shit on your behalf?” I’m sure I’ll get more information than Emily from this guy. I’m good at getting men to talk, that’s why my clients keep me.
“Do you think we could do that? Maybe we can send him a text and you could even meet him downstairs in the lobby. You can interrogate him and see what he wanted to tell me? You could explain that due to the ongoing lawsuit Louis has with his family it would be unwise for us to meet. Sara, I didn’t even think about you going to meet him, but that’s a great idea! I need answers without going behind Louis’ back and you can get those answers for me. God, I love you,” she squeals and lunges herself at me.
“Call Me” by Blondie
An hour later, we’ve finished composing our first text to Will to see if he’s still hanging around the city waiting for Emily to call. The way we’re conspiring has a very Pinky and The Brain quality about it; you’d think we were trying to take over the world. We also have a list of questions we need answers to that only Will Knight would know.
-Hi William, it’s Emily Bruel from St. Lucia. Please let me know if you’re still in NYC and if you’re available to meet. I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you.-
His response comes in almost instantaneously.
-Emily is that really you?-
Em and I look at each other and start giggling immediately; this really does feel like we’re back in high school prank-calling a poor fool. This even reminds