packed all they needed to and left for the Port of Miami, managing to get there extra early. They were excited as it was their first vacation together and they wanted to do something fun. Cass had contacted the travel agency his father used and they both arranged their schedules to accommodate the seven day voyage scheduled to hit Jamaica, Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic and a few other smaller islands.
“I gave you all the keys, right?” Virgilia asked.
“For the tenth time, yes,” Grayson said with a smile.
“This is the first time I’ve left this house with someone else and I just wanted to make sure.” Just as she was about to continue, she heard Cass lean on the horn.
He gave her a quick hug and opened the door.
“Thanks again for housesitting, Gray.”
“Thank you for helping me get away from my mother. She’s getting more toxic by the minute and I need some peace and quiet for study time.”
“You’re welcome.” Virgilia hugged him goodbye. Cass honked again and she practically sprinted to him. Quickly waving to his brother, he edged the car out of the spot and drove off.
Virgilia had given him full rein of the house and he intended to just eat, sleep and study for his mid-terms.
At the port, Virgilia stepped out of the car, grateful they made it in one piece. Cass helped her unload the suitcases at the check-in. “Okay, I’m going to park the car.” Giving Virgilia a quick kiss, he hopped back in the car and drove to the parking section.
Cass quickly found a spot and parked. He opened his door and did a quick check to make sure he didn’t forget anything. As he was about to get out of the car, there was a pinch at the back of his neck. He reached back and felt something slick and rubbery grab his shoulder. His head was heavy, his vision doubled, blurred, and the world went dark.
Virgilia looked at her watch. It had been twenty minutes and parking should have taken no more than ten. “What’s taking him so long?” she muttered, looking at her watch. Twenty-five minutes. The line to embark was moving and they needed to at least settle in before—
She looked farther down and saw a uniformed staff running toward the parking area.
“A car is in the water!” She heard a radioed voice scream. It’s a white Ford Sedan, license plate...”
Virgilia’s heart stopped. She ran like a mad woman. That was Cass’ car. She found one of the uniformed officers and gave them her information. They told her all they knew was that a car had plunged into the water; there was no word yet if there was anyone inside.
She stopped and calmed herself. It was all a mistake, she thought. Cass must have accidentally hit the gas. He was a good swimmer and this was...she left her bags and ran down to the area. A uniformed guard blocked her path and told her to stand back. She tried to explain to him, but he wouldn’t listen.
She needed to find a payphone to call Grayson.
“Hello.”
“Gray?”
“Hi, Virgilia,” he said. Her voice sounded different. “Is everything okay?”
“Cass went to park the car. I can’t find him. They said his car is in the water, but no one will tell me anything.”
Grayson could hear her breathe roughly into the phone as she spoke in hurried spurts.
“What? Wait, Virgilia, I’ll be right there.” Grayson slammed his books shut, grabbed his keys and ran to the door. He wondered if he should call his father, but decided against it. For now.
Grayson got to the Port in a flash and looked for Virgilia. He found her pacing next to a group of bags.
“Virgilia!” he cried, running up to her. She grabbed his shirt and he could feel her heart pound as he hugged her. “Talk to me. What happened?”
Virgilia tried to catch her breath. “They said a car is in the water. It matches Cass’ car, but it can’t be him. We’re supposed to be leaving soon. He just went to park the car. I don’t know where he is, but it can’t be him!”
The look on her face made his
“I gave you all the keys, right?” Virgilia asked.
“For the tenth time, yes,” Grayson said with a smile.
“This is the first time I’ve left this house with someone else and I just wanted to make sure.” Just as she was about to continue, she heard Cass lean on the horn.
He gave her a quick hug and opened the door.
“Thanks again for housesitting, Gray.”
“Thank you for helping me get away from my mother. She’s getting more toxic by the minute and I need some peace and quiet for study time.”
“You’re welcome.” Virgilia hugged him goodbye. Cass honked again and she practically sprinted to him. Quickly waving to his brother, he edged the car out of the spot and drove off.
Virgilia had given him full rein of the house and he intended to just eat, sleep and study for his mid-terms.
At the port, Virgilia stepped out of the car, grateful they made it in one piece. Cass helped her unload the suitcases at the check-in. “Okay, I’m going to park the car.” Giving Virgilia a quick kiss, he hopped back in the car and drove to the parking section.
Cass quickly found a spot and parked. He opened his door and did a quick check to make sure he didn’t forget anything. As he was about to get out of the car, there was a pinch at the back of his neck. He reached back and felt something slick and rubbery grab his shoulder. His head was heavy, his vision doubled, blurred, and the world went dark.
Virgilia looked at her watch. It had been twenty minutes and parking should have taken no more than ten. “What’s taking him so long?” she muttered, looking at her watch. Twenty-five minutes. The line to embark was moving and they needed to at least settle in before—
She looked farther down and saw a uniformed staff running toward the parking area.
“A car is in the water!” She heard a radioed voice scream. It’s a white Ford Sedan, license plate...”
Virgilia’s heart stopped. She ran like a mad woman. That was Cass’ car. She found one of the uniformed officers and gave them her information. They told her all they knew was that a car had plunged into the water; there was no word yet if there was anyone inside.
She stopped and calmed herself. It was all a mistake, she thought. Cass must have accidentally hit the gas. He was a good swimmer and this was...she left her bags and ran down to the area. A uniformed guard blocked her path and told her to stand back. She tried to explain to him, but he wouldn’t listen.
She needed to find a payphone to call Grayson.
“Hello.”
“Gray?”
“Hi, Virgilia,” he said. Her voice sounded different. “Is everything okay?”
“Cass went to park the car. I can’t find him. They said his car is in the water, but no one will tell me anything.”
Grayson could hear her breathe roughly into the phone as she spoke in hurried spurts.
“What? Wait, Virgilia, I’ll be right there.” Grayson slammed his books shut, grabbed his keys and ran to the door. He wondered if he should call his father, but decided against it. For now.
Grayson got to the Port in a flash and looked for Virgilia. He found her pacing next to a group of bags.
“Virgilia!” he cried, running up to her. She grabbed his shirt and he could feel her heart pound as he hugged her. “Talk to me. What happened?”
Virgilia tried to catch her breath. “They said a car is in the water. It matches Cass’ car, but it can’t be him. We’re supposed to be leaving soon. He just went to park the car. I don’t know where he is, but it can’t be him!”
The look on her face made his
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