Chapter 70

• At twelve o clock every year I have thought of him, wished he was here with me and he was kissing someone else. Spending time with someone else…probably on frigging secluded islands and shit. Someone he cares about. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man run up to the side of the car and I jump in fright. I quickly start my car and hit the central–locking button. Tap, Tap, Tap. To my horror a man I have never seen before is tapping on the window. I start to panic until I see Josh’s bodyguards standing on the side of the road next to the car, which I now notice is parked behind me. My heart jumps and I quickly look around to see if he’s here, but of course he’s not. He’s with his bitchface mother. I slowly wind down my window and the guy has the gall to look embarrassed now that he sees I’m crying like a baby. He is in his early forties, bald and tough–looking, and has the whole Bruce Willis vibe going on.
• “Are you ok, Natasha?” He gives a sympathetic smile at me.
• “Fine,” I snap as I wipe the snot from my nose on the back of my hand in such a feral manner I even surprise myself. “Who are you?” I demand. He smiles and steps back, making eye contact with the other two.