Chapter 23

The dust had settled. I didn't attend Harvey's funeral, just as he never once came to see Enna after she died. I really did hold a grudge. But all the grievances were buried with his coffin. It was time for me to leave. I sold the bags and the jewelry Harvey had bought me, exchanging them for a substantial sum of money and a plane ticket out of Avarame City. But I didn't expect the last person I'd see in this city to be Owen. He'd taken over Cole Group now. I should probably call him Mr. Cross. Somehow he'd found out which flight I was on and came to see me off one last time. He looked the same as when I first met him, refined and polite. Everyone in this story carried some measure of guilt, including me. Everyone except him. "I'm sorry for ruining your life," I said. If he'd pulled out a gun and shot me right there in the airport, I wouldn't have blamed him. He seemed to have something to say to me. He deliberated for a long time, but when he finally spoke, it was only three