Just My Luck // Trevor Douglas

~Chapter 3~

Chapter 3

Megan put the letter down in her lap and then looked at the date again. It had been exactly 2 years since her aunt had passed away and reading the letter made her think of her even more. Last year Megan had received one of her aunt’s letters last year while she was trying to put together her essays for college. The letter was an invitation for her to go to London and see her uncle for the summer and see what her Aunt’s life was in her last few days. She had traveled to Rome, London, Sicily, and France. All of which was leading her to Rome and where she would find one of the paintings had given her in her will. The last letter was supposed to lead her there but she just couldn’t. She put the letter back in the pink envelope and placed her hands on the table.

“So did you figure out what was missing yet?” Trevor asked.

Megan looked through the letters in the plastic bag, counting it off one by one. She seemed to have all the other letters with their original enveloped except the 13th one, the last one.

“Where did you put the last letter?” Megan questioned.

“It’s right over here,” Trevor said as he pulled out the last letter from his bag. “But you can’t just get it yet.” Trevor said pulling away from Megan as she tried to reach her hand out and grab it from his hands.

“What else do you want from me?  I came all the way here to a different country to meet up with a guy I never met who I might add won’t give me back something that belongs to me.” Megan said as she leaned back in her seat.

“I have one question to ask you.” Trevor stated.

“Go ahead and ask away. It’s not like I have anything else to lose.”

“Would you regret anything from last year? This trip in particular.” he asked.

“Well I regret not taking care of the letters as much.” Megan responded.

“I myself did my research of my own and I figured out that you have practically found one of the missing paintings that your aunt had created and sold it. So did you do it for the money? Did you go on this whole trip just for the money?” Trevor asked.

“No, of course not! I didn’t even know there was money involved in the first place. I just decided to do it because I wasn’t really going to do anything with the painting anyway. And there was a message on the back of it that I would rather not say in particular, but it ultimately led me to my decision of choosing what I would do with the actual painting.”

“Okay so you wouldn’t mind if we go somewhere else to meet up with someone I know who knows more about art auctioning than I do to discuss what will happen with the letter you ever so want.”

“Do you honestly even know where we’re going?” Megan replied.

“Yeah, and you’ve been there before as well.”

He pushed his chair back and stood up from his seat, patiently waiting for Megan to get up as well. He had a serious and composed look on his face and all Megan could do was look at him and his tall stature. Megan looked around at all the tables and the people seated in the chairs of the coffee shop, all looking just as busy as the people on the street. She wanted to run away and scream at that moment. If only she could tell them her situation and her whole story. They would be furious. They would start a ruckus and probably pin Trevor down to get her letter back. He would then be thrown out in the back of the cafe with only his leather bag with him and the little bit of a sense of pride he had with him left. This could all happen in a matter of minutes. But that’s not what the universe wanted for her right now. It’s simply not the way things happen around here, Megan sighed. She pushed her chair back and sat up from her seat.