do this for Louis so he would find her more desirable, which sounded ludicrous to me, but I didn’t have anyone to question…Isa was already gone.
“No, she gave them permission to do all those things.”
She nods, closing her eyes before saying, “I’m sorry, Liam. I wish I could help you change the past. I’m sorry for everything.” I feel closer to Sara than any other living person, and I’m quite sure this is what love must feel like.
“Thank you,” I answer as I kiss the top of her head. I’ve never had anyone else understand, commiserate, and comprehend even a small part of the pain I carry.
She finds my tattoo and places her delicate hand over it. She then lowers her head and kisses that same place over my heart, whispering, “Rest in peace, Isabella.” And that’s when I know there isn’t a single bastard on earth who could stand in my way of making this beautiful, broken ballerina mine.
“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” by U2
I’m hurting inside and I can’t tell good from bad anymore. I always thought that Jeff and I were bad and Louis and Em were good, and now I don’t know anything. I only know one thing; I’ve never felt as safe with anybody as I do in Liam’s arms. Every time I get a little glimpse of who he is, I want to hold on to him a little longer. I wish I could help him with the pain, but I can’t. I can just listen and hope that when I tell him about my pain, he doesn’t start running.
If I knew back then that Louis was involved with Phillip, I would have done everything in my power to stop Emily and Louis from being together. I keep seeing my best friend’s husband’s face smiling down at Phillip and seemingly encouraging him on. The poor girl, how could she allow those things to happen? Why would she allow Louis and his friends to do that? I suddenly need to know everything. Louis will never answer my questions and there is no way in hell he will give me access to that video Em spoke about. I need my brother’s help. It may not be ethical, it may not be legal, but I need to see that video footage if it’s the last thing I do. Otherwise, I will never be able to look at Louis Bruel again. There has to be more to that story.
I’ve been lying in Liam’s arms and I don’t even know what time it is. Being here with him does feel like our very own world suspended over New York City. His features are becoming as familiar to me as Jeff’s. I want him in ways that I can’t even articulate, let alone understand.
I reluctantly untangle myself from Liam’s warm embrace to look around for my phone to give Eddie a call. I explain to Liam that I need to call my brother and I’ll be right back.
Eddie picks up on the first ring, “Where have you been, Sara? Mom was looking for you and said you haven’t been answering your phone.” Interesting, I wonder what my mom wants from me?
“I’m staying at one of Louis’ properties, the one at The Pierre. Not sure if you heard, but Gavin sold the place on Gramercy, so I needed a temporary place to stay until I figure out where I go from here.”
“Louis let you stay at the triplex? That’s the most expensive piece of real estate in New York City. The Bruels must really love you!” Eddie says with a chuckle. He’s also not saying anything about the Gavin news I just revealed, which only means he’s already in the know about my stellar pickle with my Ex.
I try to figure out how to approach this without compromising my brother’s livelihood and having him feel like he’s betraying his best friend. “I need a huge favor. I need you to trust that I would never jeopardize your license to practice law, but you need to do something for me.”
“I don’t like the sound of this, sis. What kind of crime are you asking me to commit?”
“I need to see the video footage presented at the trial of Isabella Knight. It is very important for my sanity and my future to see it with my own eyes.”
Eddie is silent for a few moments. “Sara, the girl is dead. She committed suicide about two years ago. If you or Emily