By: Rachel van Dyken

“Tell me, how is Edward?” He joked.

“Still with Bella, damn him.” I fired back quickly.

He burst out laughing. “You’re going to do just fine.”


“Now, what did you say I could help you with?” He was already reaching for the paper. I let him have it because I didn’t want to be rude. He quickly scanned it then handed it back.

“Weird right?” I said jokingly, a bit embarrassed that he’d read the whole thing and now probably thought I was insane or had escaped a mental institution.

“Eh,” He shrugged, “I’ve seen weirder, you have no idea.”

His smile faded.

“I believe you.” I croaked out.

“Safety deposit boxes.” He turned on his heel and started walking, I followed him dumbly. “Are right over here.” He scanned a key card over some metal thingy and walked me to the furthest corner of the building. “Just walk down the hall and find your number. Some have keys, some, high profile deposit boxes use a thumbprint.”

I held up my hand and then dug through my purse, finally locating the key and lifting it triumphantly into the air. “Key.”

“Fantastic.” He nodded once. “Stay as long as you need.”

“Thanks.” I bit my lip in nervousness, I was really doing this. Holy crap. My heart slammed against my chest as I started walking down the quiet hall.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for Valentina.” He whispered after me. “I truly do.”

My steps faltered.

I’d never told him my name.

Shaking, I quickly turned around.

But he was gone.

I nearly toppled into another lady on my way out of the hall to find him.

“Miss?” She was juggling about a million papers. “Can I help you?”

“A man.” I blurted. “He just left down the hall and—“

“—no.” The lady frowned. “I would have seen him, I’m sorry, maybe…you imagined it?”

“Right.” I swallowed the dryness in my throat, my heart really going to town threatening to crack right out of my chest and start thumping across the floor.

“You look lost?” She offered.

“Nope.” I clenched the key between my fingers, my sweat pooling around the metal. “I have a safety deposit box to look at.”

“Well,” She nodded. “Let me know if you have any questions. My name’s… Emiliana.”

“Okay.” I took two steps backwards then turned on my heel and made a beeline for the boxes, they lined both walls.

Finally, I located number thirty-six, and without giving myself time to chicken out, shoved the key in the lock and turned.

Had I known then, what I know now. I would have ran towards the bank, shoved my way through the fires of hell, and done just about anything legal or illegal to get to that box.

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