Cordelia had long been aware that Alana was no shrinking violet. She was ruthless, capable of anything, and a master at deflecting blame. Fear gnawed at Cordelia's insides as she wondered what upheaval awaited once she left for England. When it came to money, she was unattached. Her heart was free from its snares.
"What is your name?" Cordelia lifted her gaze to inquire of the elderly gentleman.
"Name's Tony. Oh, right, last time, were you the one who asked for that scarf vinyl record? I've brought it for you." With those words, Tony reached into his carry-on bag and produced the record.
Cordelia held the vinyl in her hands, the very item she had requested Eason to bring from England. Today, however, it was Tony who delivered it.
"You are Eason's...?"
"Dad. He's my youngest boy," Tony said with a twinkle in his eye. "Eason thinks the world of you. He came over to Birchwood College to accept an honorary professorship, and I tagged along. He asked me to check in on you."
Cordelia was speechless. It's a small world, indeed. It was like running circles around the globe only to find that the people you encountered were the same ones you knew before.
Cordelia was at a loss for words.
"I've been married before," she confessed.
"That doesn't matter. What's important is that he's taken with you," Tony reassured her with another warm smile.
"But the one I love is still—my ex-husband," Cordelia added hesitantly.
"Ah, that's..." Tony furrowed his brow slightly. "I'll pass your thoughts on to Eason. Anyway, Ms. Haselwood, I should be on my way. When you're ready to head back to England, let me know. By the way, have you seen your doctor friend around the school lately?"
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