“I know.”
“No. You know he told you it was canceled.”
My pulse began to climb.
Wade opened the envelope and handed me a folded receipt.
At first the numbers meant nothing. Reservation code. Departure port. Passenger name.
My name.
I read the date.
Then read it again.
“That’s next year.”
“Yes.”
Elise moved beside me. “What is it?”
I passed her the paper because my fingers had begun to shake.
She read aloud, softly, “‘Atlantic crossing. Single passenger. Ocean-view cabin.’”
Jonah came closer.
I stared at Wade. “He bought another trip.”
“He bought it after he left you.”
“With what money?”
“His savings.”
My anger flared so quickly I nearly welcomed it. Anger was clean. Easier than the rest. “The same savings he was secretly using to pay my bills?”
“Part of them.”
“While he was dying.”
“Yes.”
“And he bought me a cruise.”
“Yes.”
“For when?”
Wade pointed to the date.
