treasured by Cari Z

Author:Cari Z. [Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

I watched cars go by with my eyes closed. It was a way to keep preoccupied on the bus

ride home and practice at the same time, a suggestion from my newest instructor at the university. I sat by the window, set my backpack between my feet and turned my music up to block out distracting noise, then closed my eyes and concentrated. The city busses were incredibly slow, and no one liked to get stuck behind them. Cars and trucks sped around us at every opportunity, and I focused on seeing them do it.

Green fourdoor sedan. A few seconds later I opened my eyes and watched as a shiny green hybrid zipped around us. I smiled to myself. A few seconds. I was up to seconds, plural. I touched my left hand to my chest, lightly fingering the zippered pocket inside my jacket. The amulet was there, resting close to my heart. I really shouldn’t have carried something so precious around with me where it might get damaged, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave it at home either. I compromised and placed it, carefully wrapped, into a secure pocket on the inside of my jacket. I could feel the weight of it without exposing it to the elements or prying eyes, and it was close enough to work its charm on me and remind me of Reese all at once. Not that I was in danger of forgetting him any time soon.

Three months had passed since the museum robbery. I’d been cleared of all charges. Professor Hauer had vanished, and the police were no closer to solving the crime now than they were when it was first committed, although Reese was still a decided person of interest. Constance apologized for doubting me, my job was secure, my thesis was on track, and I was enjoying the few classes I taught in addition to the ones I was taking. Things were fine. Things were rosy. Things were practically perfect, yet I was more unhappy now than I had been since my sophomore year of high school. I knew my inexplicable melancholy was annoying for my coworkers and friends, and after a few fruitless tries they’d stopped asking about it, which was fine with me. I couldn’t explain missing Reese to them anyway. As far as Constance was concerned, he was bad news, and I found it easier not to talk about him after her first few diatribes.

She was probably right about Reese, but that didn’t keep me from wanting to see him again. He’d said he’d come back, and I believed him. And he’d been in touch, kind of. Every couple of weeks I got a postcard in the mail. The first one was from New York, the next from Bangkok, then Osaka…they came from all over the world. They were unsigned, but there was a short note with each of them. I liked the one from Togo the best. It had a picture of a huge concrete dove in

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