"You want to know?" Joyce's voice came through, the noise of the venue in the background.
"Yes," Tyler replied.
But Joyce didn't answer immediately.
The events of that day—her regret, her lingering fear—all came rushing back like a tidal wave.
That day, Emilia had really been on the verge of death.
"Joyce?" Tyler's voice urged from the other end of the line.
"Heh..." Joyce let out a derisive laugh. "Anxious now, are we?"
Tyler didn't know how to respond.
He had the car turn around and head toward the concert venue.
Over the years, so much had happened between him and Emilia.
And Joyce knew a good deal of it.
Joyce didn't like him; she thought he was bad for Emilia. He had always been aware of that.
And then there was Felix McCarthy.
Tyler tightened his grip on the handle of the safe.
"Felix is back," Joyce's voice suddenly said. "He told me he went to see you."
"He did," Tyler admitted.
"He told me he gave you a box," Joyce continued.
Tyler looked at the box in his hands. He nodded, then remembering Joyce couldn't see him, he said, "I've tried all the dates related to the child. It still hasn't opened."
The child? Joyce instantly knew which day he meant.
She laughed again.
"It must be torture," Joyce said deliberately. "Trying the code over and over, reliving the past again and again."
Joyce's voice was laced with anger.
"But have you ever thought about how much torture it was for Emilia back then, when she found out you were being all lovey-dovey and intimate with Vivienne? How she had to investigate, confirming over and over again that you had fallen for someone else."
Word by word, Joyce's accusations cut deep.

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