“Not at first but then she showed me what that key can do.”
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t miss the wedding of my best friend, even if you did miss mine.” She held up a hand.
“Wow, you did it!” Heather said, examining the ring closely. “Managed to survive without my help picking flowers?”
“The pink ones were fine.”
“Come and sit down. I want to know all about it.”
They sat together on the bed. Donna told her all about the wedding while Heather listened, trying not to cry. She didn’t succeed.
“And when we got back from the honeymoon you’ll never guess what we saw on the news.”
“What?”
“You know the place you went to in Scotland?”
“What about it?”
“It burned down.”
“What? How?”
“No one knows. Only one person died though, the rest of them managed to get out.”
“Who died?”
“Tony Carson apparently. They found his body in the lab in the basement, hand gripping a door handle like he was trying to get out. A bit gruesome, isn’t it? He was the one who invited you up there, wasn’t he?”
Heather hadn’t expected to feel anything but suddenly she felt as if a weight was off her shoulders. There was no chance of him coming after her for not bringing him the knife anymore.
“What about my family?”
“It’s funny you mention that. I looked them up just the other day.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know. I just felt like it.”
“And?”
“You really want to know?”
Heather shook her head. “You know what. Actually, don’t tell me.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.
“So enough about the twenty-first century,” Donna said with a smile. “Tell me all about the Middle Ages.”
“What do you know about medieval Scotland?”
“Nothing. Educate me.”
They talked for a long time while Heather dressed. Heather had no idea how long they were talking until she heard a knock on her door. “It’s time,” Tanya said from the other side. “Are you ready?”
