“Duh.”
…so I took it to a jeweler and asked them to turn it into a necklace.You can have the casing around it removed if you choose to sell the coin.
There’s nothing else written on the page, but as I’m folding it up, I see he’s written something on the back.
I miss you, Lou.I regret leaving, but I had a life I had to get back to.I’d love to talk to you again—explain myself—if you’d give me a chance.My number is: 480-928-7667.
I blink at the words and the phone number.Part of me is thrilled about this new revelation, but that part of me is still drunk as a skunk.I need to sleep on it so I can read this letter with a clear head.Plus, I need Bella to read it too.She’ll know what to do.Bella always knows what to do.
I take the note with me to bed.Stripping out of my jeans and old tee, I slide beneath the cool sheets.I’m tempted to put the paper beneath my pillow.Maybe I’ll dream the answer to the question about whether or not I should call him.
I know I shouldn’t.
Why would I?He left and, when he did, he acted like it was nothing.Like our time together was nothing.
Unfolding the paper, I read the short note on the back again.
And then it hits me.“What the hell.”What do I have to lose by calling the man?
Nothing.I’ve got nothing to lose.
