Matthew ran toward him with Sutton at his side. Sutton was holding up her cell phone.
“What’s up?” Hester asked.
“It’s the Love Is a Battlefield fan page,” Matthew said. “It’s been insane lately. Marnie is like a big-time hero-martyr now. They made that storage place where they found her body into like a giant shrine. And Jenn, she’s still working on her excuses, but a lot of people are defending her. Some say she was just playing the game right. Others think she must have been abused or something so it’s not her fault.”
“But that’s not the big news,” Sutton said. She handed Wilde her phone. “Here, let me click this link.”
Sutton hit the link, and the screen loaded an Instagram page.
Peter Bennett’s Instagram page.
The last time Wilde had looked, the most recent post was the one of the suicide jump at Adiona Cliffs.
Now there was a video. It was dated twenty-two minutes ago. The location, listed in the upper right-hand corner, read simply FRENCH POLYNESIA.
Sutton hit the play button.
Peter Bennett appeared. He wore a long unkempt beard. He smiled for the camera.
“I’m alive, Battlers,” he announced, smiling big for the camera, “and now that you know the truth, I’m coming home.”
Sutton’s phone rang in her hand. The video disappeared. She took the phone back and moved away, holding the phone to her ear. “I just saw it,” she said excitedly to whoever was on the other end. “I know, incredible, right? He’s alive!”
Matthew looked down at Wilde. “What do you think?”
“About?”
“Were the fan boards right? Was Peter behind it all the time?”
Wilde told the truth. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Matthew looked over at Hester. Hester shrugged.
“But since you’re here,” Wilde said, his nerves returning, “I want to ask you both something.”
Matthew moved closer. Hester sat up.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Do I have your permission to ask Laila to marry me?”
Hester and Matthew both smiled. Hester said, “You need our permission?”
“And your blessing,” Wilde said. “I’m old-fashioned that way.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Let’s do this quickly because you don’t want to read a long acknowledgment and I don’t want to write one. I’ll start with Ben Sevier, who has been my editor/publisher for over a dozen books now. The rest of the team includes Michael Pietsch, Wes Miller, Beth deGuzman, Karen Kosztolnyik, Autumn Oliver, Jonathan Valuckas, Matthew Ballast, Brian McLendon, Staci Burt, Andrew Duncan, Alexis Gilbert, Joseph Benincase, Albert Tang, Liz Connor, Flamur Tonuzi, Kristen Lemire, Mari Okuda, Rick Ball, Selina Walker （heading up the UK team）， Charlotte Bush, Lisa Erbach Vance （agent extraordinaire）， Diane Discepolo, Charlotte Coben, and Anne Armstrong-Coben.
A very special thanks to Person I’m Forgetting to Acknowledge Who Is Also Very Forgiving. You know who you are. You rock. Thank you for just being you.
I’d also like to give a quick shout-out to Timothy Best, Jeff Eydenberg, David Greiner, George Kissell, Nancy Urban, and Marti Vandevoort. These people （or their loved ones） made generous contributions to charities of my choosing in return for having their name appear in this novel. If you’d like to participate in the future, email [email protected] for details.
The author photo was taken as part of JR’s Inside Out Project. To learn more and participate, please visit insideoutproject.net.