Breaking Glass

(28) Epilogue *Reposted

Epilogue

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I just want to take the time to say that writing this story was a joy for me. It was absolutely amazing to watch along with you guys as Rose turned from bitter to the best person you will ever meet. I melted when you melted over something Aiden said.

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“Hello, sir, welcome to Adams’ Glassware and more, how may I help you?” I said brightly, smiling at the man with a hunchback with bright blue eyes. Something about him screamed familiarity, but nothing was entirely evident, so I just ignored the nagging feeling.

The old man gave me a reproachful look and pursed his lips. “What’s a beautiful lady like you doing here?”

“I’m the wife,” I told him with a grin.

He narrowed his eyes at me and knocked on the table. “Let me meet your husband then.”

“Aiden, honey!” I called behind me.

My daughter appeared behind the curtain and smiled at me. “Mom, he’s outside. Do you want me to get him?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip.

“Yes, please, Ella,” I said, smiling back at her. Then I turned to the man. “He’ll be right here.”

“Say, is that your daughter?” he asked, staring at the curtain.

“Yes it is,” I said proudly.

“And how old is she?” he asked.

“She is sixteen. Going to be seventeen in a few months,” I told him.

“She’s beautiful, that one,” he whispered. Then he met my gaze with a deadly serious one. “Are you from England?”

I nodded. “Yes sir! You could tell by the accent, right?” Something about his demeanor made me nervous, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

He nodded as well. “Yes, and what city?”

“Whichurch,” I informed him. “My father was the mayor for twenty years before he passed away.”

“Twenty, years, huh?” the man asked, grimacing. “Must’ve had a lot of stress.”

“Not really,” I said, shaking my head. “He knew how to handle it.”

“That’s a real talent,” he said.

I heard a rustle behind me and knew Aiden had appeared. I turned around to look at him and grinned. I will never stop thinking of how lucky I am.

“What can I help you with, sir?” he asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his eyebrow.

“Yes, I was wondering if you’d be interested in a half of million dollars.”

I looked at Aiden, and then the words sunk in. “Half a million dollars?”

The man nodded. “Yes, it was part of your father’s estate, Rose. We just found it, along with something from him, insisting it be given to you and Aiden.”

“But Daddy died a couple of years ago!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “How can it be?”

“We found it about a year ago,” he told me, and I just realized he had a cockney accent. So he was British as well. “It was in the queen’s accounts, so the processing of it was difficult. And then it took me three dreaded months to get over here.”