Stormwater Collection Station
Chapter 2
Back in Capital City, as soon as the plane touched down, I called Mrs Alan, Alan’s mother.
Her voice held its usual anxious, imperious note. “Ashley? Do you have any news?”
In my past life, it was during this call that I’d excitedly told her I’d found Alan.
Back then, the Alan family had moved with ruthless efficiency, practically turning Clearwater Town inside out to drag him back by force—a decision that planted the seeds of our later tragedy.
This time, I took a deep breath and replied as calmly as if discussing the weather. “Mrs Alan, I’ve seen him.”
A sharp, elated gasp burst through the phone. “Really? Where? Ashley, you’re our family’s savior! I—”
“Mrs Alan, please let me finish.”
I cut her off.
“He’s doing well. Healthy. And… happy.”
I paused, the field scene flashing before me. “He’s in love. With an uncomplicated, sweet-natured girl. They’re very happy together.”
Dead silence.
I could almost see the shock and disbelief on her face.
“Ashley, what are you saying?” Her voice turned icy.
“I’m saying he’s built a life and found his happiness. Forcing our way in now wouldn’t be a homecoming—it would be a kidnapping.”
I spoke each word clearly. “So I can’t give you the address. I only wanted to confirm he was alive and well. Now I have. My job is done.”
“Ashley!” Her voice rose sharply. “Listen to yourself! That’s my son! The Alan heir! What ‘life of his own’? His life is here, with his family! Have you lost your mind?”
“I haven’t, Mrs Alan. I’ve never been clearer.”
My voice stayed steady. “There’s one more thing I need to discuss with you and Mr Alan. Alan’s and my engagement—it’s over.”
“What?” This time, genuine shock momentarily overrode her anger.
“I said I want to end the engagement,” I repeated. “He has someone else. And I won’t waste any more time on a man who doesn’t love me. My family’s business may not match yours, but I, Ashley, don’t need to marry a man whose heart belongs elsewhere. It’s quite right that I don’t.”
Those were the words I’d held back for six years.
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