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  1. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
  2. ONE
  3. Rosey
  4. TWO
  5. Byron
  6. THREE
  7. Rosey
  8. FOUR
  9. Byron
  10. FIVE
  11. Rosey
  12. SIX
  13. Byron
  14. SEVEN
  15. Rosey
  16. EIGHT
  17. Rosey
  18. NINE
  19. Byron
  20. TEN
  21. Rosey
  22. ELEVEN
  23. Byron
  24. TWELVE
  25. Rosey
  26. THIRTEEN
  27. Byron
  28. FOURTEEN
  29. Rosey
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. Rosey
  32. SIXTEEN
  33. Byron
  34. SEVENTEEN
  35. Rosey
  36. EIGHTEEN
  37. Byron
  38. NINETEEN
  39. Rosey
  40. TWENTY
  41. Rosey
  42. TWENTY-ONE
  43. Byron
  44. TWENTY-TWO
  45. Byron
  46. TWENTY-THREE
  47. Rosey
  48. TWENTY-FOUR
  49. Rosey
  50. TWENTY-FIVE
  51. Byron
  52. TWENTY-SIX
  53. Rosey
  54. TWENTY-SEVEN
  55. Byron
  56. TWENTY-EIGHT
  57. Rosey
  58. TWENTY-NINE
  59. Byron
  60. THIRTY
  61. Rosey
  62. THIRTY-ONE
  63. Rosey
  64. THIRTY-TWO
  65. Byron
  66. THIRTY-THREE
  67. Rosey
  68. THIRTY-FOUR
  69. Rosey
  70. THIRTY-FIVE
  71. Byron
  72. THIRTY-SIX
  73. Rosey
  74. THIRTY-SEVEN
  75. Byron
  76. THIRTY-EIGHT
  77. Byron
  78. EPILOGUE
  79. A month later – New York City
  80. 14 months later - Star Falls
  81. MR. MAYFAIR
  82. Beck
  83. Beck
  84. Stella
  85. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY

“For the people of Star Falls. No need to worry about invitations—I’ll tell a couple of people in town, and everyone will know in no time.” I chuckle to myself. I might not have been here in a long time, but some things in Star Falls never change.

THIRTY

Rosey

It’s the first time I’ve been into Star Falls since I left the cabins and moved into my apartment. I haven’t had a day off since. Even though the Club runs a shuttle bus into Star Falls every half hour, it feels like a long way away.

And I know it will remind me of Byron.

There’s no escaping him. He’s in every brick of the building I live in. He’s in the diner, at Grizzly’s. There are memories of him everywhere.

A few of us get off the bus at the same time. We’re all starting to work shifts the closer we get to opening, and a few of us have a day off today. I recommended Galaxy Diner to a few of my co-workers, and some of the bar staff are going to check it out. I point them in the right direction as we get off the bus, and I head to the post office. Frank’s ring is in my pocket. I need to mail it back to him. I haven’t prepared a note or anything. I can’t think of what to say. But mailing the ring to him still leaves the issue of the trailer. I don’t know where to start with that. My mom has probably burned all my stuff by now, including the deed Frank gave me.

There’s no line at the post office. I explain I’m mailing jewelry, and the woman behind the counter, who seems to be wearing a dead yellow bird in her hair, tells me how to package and insure the ring.

I fill out Frank’s address on the padded envelope she hands me.

“Don’t forget to put your address on the top left-hand corner on the front.” She smiles at me like she’s being helpful. But it’s not helpful.

“Do I have to do that?” I ask. “Or can I just put down my name? I’d really prefer him not to know where I am.”

She offers me a sympathetic smile. “You don’t have to, but the postmark is going to give the town away. And there’s no hiding anything in this town.”

It’s probably fine. Frank won’t think twice about the postmark. He’ll be so happy to get the ring back, I’m sure he’ll just trash the packaging.

“You want the PO box?” she asks.