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“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have called the wrong number then. Let me—”
“I did lose a bracelet. Just, I didn’t have a suite,” I quickly correct him, thinking the language difference might be the problem in understanding, desperate to get my bracelet back.
“Scuzi … let me check.” The line is silent for a moment, filled only with the click of a keyboard. “No, I’m sorry. The bracelet was most definitely found in the suite and it does have this phone number as the occupant …”
My pulse begins to race as adrenaline starts to surge and awareness begins to break through the haze.
I hear more typing. “… ah yes, here it is. This is the correct number for Marco, si?”
“Yes,” I whisper into my husband’s telephone. Marco’s telephone. The hotel clerk’s voice now a distant sound in my ear.
My mind fires to process.
Understand the magnitude of what has happened.
Accept that fact that he’s already given me everything I just asked him for.
Already given me just what I needed.
I guess I received my anniversary gift from Anderson after all.
