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.

Her parents had blamed me for her death. I knew Mark and Mary never liked me with Meg but after a few sleepless nights, I began to feel that maybe they were right. Maybe if Meg and I hadn't met, she'd still be alive.

I exhaled and then stood up quickly. I needed some air. I moved towards the door and then pulled it open. I walked out of my study and then looked around.

Silence.

Deadbeat silence.

I sighed.

What else had I been expecting by two AM in the morning?

I shook my head and then made for the stairs. I climbed up slowly and then made for my room. I pushed the door open and then walked towards the balcony. I walked in and then drew in a deep breath. I exhaled and then crossed my arms. What better way to clear my head?

''I want a house that overlooks the waters." Megan's voice echoed through my head. I remembered the day she said that. I had laughed and then said

"You want a lake house?"

"What's wrong with a lake house?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No offense Meg. I live in a two bedroom flat in Brooklyn and you want me to build you a lake house?"

"Fine." She frowned. "I want a pool then." She smiled. "I want a white mansion with a massive pool."

"Really now?" I tried my best not to laugh. "What else do you want Meg?"

"A jacuzzi." She tucked some loose stands of hair behind her ear. "I want a jacuzzi in each room. For my room, I want a balcony that overlooks the pool I want---" She pursed her lips. "I want a kitchen this big." She extended both arms wide. For a few minutes, I just sat there watching her eyes light up the way they always did when she talked about something she was passionate about. And I knew it right at that moment that she was the one. I knew I had to build her that house. I knew that she believed I would.

I drew in a deep breath.

This wasn't helping at all.

I sighed an then turned to go when I halted.

I guess I wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping.

I watched her quickly pull her gaze away and then turn to go.

"Kimberly." I stated awkwardly. I don't know why I did when I could have just let her walk away but I guessed after the crappy day I'd had,one conversation wouldn't hurt.

She halted.

"How are you?" I asked after a short moment of awkward silence. "I don't know how close you and Miss Grayson were but I know you shared some sort of---" I paused. "Relationship." I added. She pulled her gaze away and I watched her tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ears. She was trying so hard to be strong but I could see that deep down, she was torn apart.......I would know. "It must be hard for you." I added slowly.

"You don't--" She paused. "You don't have to do this."

"I just---want you to know I--" I paused. "I understand." I sighed. Her eyebrow creased.

"You don't." Her voice broke. "You don't know what it feels like to loose someone who was like family to you. To loose family."

I finally pulled my gaze away and then drew in a deep breath.

"I do." I stated slowly.

Silence.

I could feel her gaze on me but she said nothing. She didn't have to. Her silence said everything.

She knew about Meg.

"I think I'll get some rest. You should too. Its pretty late." She turned to go and then halted. "Mrs. Brown lost her son two years ago. She's been---- traumatized. She's been a patient in Happy's Psychiatric Hospital since then. If--" She slowly raised her gaze to meet mine. I felt a slight pull in my chest when I caught a glimpse of her red swollen eyes.

I felt guilt overwhelm me.

"If you can prove that she's not in her right state of mind, then her statement wouldn't count anymore." Her voice dried off towards the end of her statement and it made me realize how hard it must have been for her to give the information out.

Why then?

Why did she?

"I didn't do it for you." She added immediately as though she had read my mind. "I want justice for Izzy but not like this." She paused.

My eyebrows creased.

When Gloria told me she had a daughter, I didn't know what I had expected, but it definitely wasn't this.

She'd proved me wrong.

I frowned. I didn't like that she was one of the good ones. I didn't like that she was naive. I didn't like that I was beginning to see Meg in her. I pulled my gaze away.

"You don't belong here." My voice was barely audible. I turned around and then walked away.

Maybe it was high time I got some rest.