Hostage

You Don't Belong Here

Keenan's POV

'Someone is out to get you, Keenan.'

'Or Monroe and Co at the very least.'

'Four deaths in an insurance company is not exactly encouraging.'

'On the days she didn't meet up with you, the only other person she meet up with was Andre. Your brother.'

I ran my index finger across my brows and then drew in a deep breath. I'd thought working would help take my mind off things but apparently, I was wrong. I had been staring at the same line for the past thirty minutes and I didn't think I understood a single thing I was looking at. I peered into the now empty glass that was filled with coffee less that ten minutes ago and then sighed.

"I have a surprise for you Keen. It's a good one. Meet me at Serendipity 3 by 8:30. Don't you dare stand me up."

My eyebrows creased.

'We did all we could to save her. But I'm afraid we were able to save neither the mother or her foetus.'

I felt the air around me grow thin. I couldn't breathe.

'Megan was six weeks pregnant. Didn't you know?'

I ran my fingers through my hair and then drew in a deep breath.

'Murderer!'

'You killed her! You killed my daughter!"

'I don't care what anyone says. I know you had a hand in Meg's death. The only mistake my daughter made was falling in love with you."

I tugged the knot of my tie slowly until it came loose. I rubbed my temples as I let myself relive the day Meg died. I was an hour late for our date and when she called me,being the drama queen that she was,I'd expected her to yell at me but instead, she'd asked-

"Keenan, where are you?"

It was such a simple question but there was this sadness in her voice that made it hard for me to tell her I was on my way to the airport.

"You're not going to make it, are you?" She'd asked after a while.

"I'm really sorry M. Something really important came up at the office. I have to go to Japan and I--I'll make it up to you. I promise. I'll be gone for just a few hours."I had said all at once. She had been quiet for a few second. And then she had said;

"It's--it's fine. I was on my way home already. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't drop by the restaurant anymore. I'm tired so I think I'll just get some rest. Goodnight Keen."

She hadn't even waited for me to reply. She'd hung up leaving me feeling guilty as fuck. I'd wanted to call her back but I knew she was upset and I was certain she wouldn't pick up. I had drawn in a deep breath and then made a mental note to call her in the morning. I'd pick up a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate the moment I got back to New York city. I was going to make it up to her. I had a plan and I had all the time in the world.

It was a good plan....

But time was limited.

I never got the chance to apologize. I never got the chance to make it up to her. I never got the chance to watch her walk down the aisle.... we never got the chance to live our dreams.

I should have been there for her that night. I should have called her back even though I knew she wouldn't pick up. I should have left a thousand and one voice notes telling her how sorry I was.
I'd known this dinner was important to her somehow. When she said she was fine, I knew she wasn't. When she said she'd left the restaurant, I knew she was lying. When she said goodnight, I could read the words 'I hope you wake up tomorrow' between the lines. I should have said something to make her feel better.