Tuckamore Bay

possession

Matty put her coffee on the desk and dialled a number on the telephone. It had been a week since Bill had left the Bay and she had not heard a word from him.

At first she pretended to herself that she did not care, but as the days went by she began to feel like someone had cut out a piece of her heart, to a point where the last three nights, she had cried herself to sleep.

But this was a new day and she awoke, determined to forget about Bill and continue with her goal to save Tuckamore Bay.

"Wells' Remax."

"Mr. Wells?"

"Yes, this is Dave Wells."

"Mr. Wells, this is Matty Dove."

"Matty. I was planning to phone you later today."

"Well, I guess I saved you a call. Anyway, Mr. Wells."

"Dave. Please call me Dave," he interrupted.

"Okay, Dave. I have a favor to ask."

"Of course. Ask away."

"Well I would have gotten in touch with you sooner, but things have been a little off here lately."

Matty took a deep breath, fighting back the tears.

"I need you to put the lighthouse back on the market."

There was only silence on the telephone.

Matty waited a moment before speaking.

"Dave? Are you still there?"

"I am, Matty. Ah, I don't know if I can list the lighthouse again."

Matty was confused.

"And why is that?"

"Because it is sold."

Now it was Matty's turn to go silent.

"Matty?"

"How can the lighthouse be sold?"

"Well you did have a buyer Matty?"

"Bill?" Matty almost yelled.

"Yes."

Matty was shaking her head.

"But the sale fell through."

"Not according to the papers I have in front of me," Dave informed her.