We spent the last two weeks of June enjoying the hell out of ourselves in Thailand. I seriously had the best time since losing Greg. The people were friendly, the food was delicious, and the weather was gorgeous. There were plenty of things to do. We went swimming in the daytime and fine dining in the evening. Cheaper country or not, I sometimes wondered where Forrest found the money for us to live so lavishly, not that I didn’t contribute to some of the expenses, but figured it was none of my business, so I didn’t ask.
One day we went snorkeling and Forrest and I ended up getting rather close to each other as he held me firmly by the waist when we were in deeper water so I could adjust my goggles with both hands. It actually felt good to be in his arms. We even kissed a few times before exploring the sea below.
I knew that if he hadn’t forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do yet then he likely never would, but I still wasn’t sure just what I wanted from him. I knew I wanted him in my life, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted anything more than a close companion given that I was getting older and didn’t see sex as a top priority like one tended to when they were young.
We rode around the area a few times with Abdalla as our tour guide. Forrest wanted to get a better sense of potential places to live in since he seemed quite set on relocating to the area.
It was late on July first when we were heading back to Norway, exhausted from all the activity yet replenished by the sun and fun. As cute as Forrest’s rental was and as nice as Guinevere had been, I wasn’t sure I was too thrilled to be returning to Bergen any more than he was since there really wasn’t much to do there but dread the inevitable cold to come.
It was noticeably cooler as we exited the airport, half asleep on our feet. We didn’t talk much on the way but as we were close to home, Forrest said, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get us back down there for good sooner or later, so this isn’t forever.”
I smiled as I turned to him and said, “I know. Hopefully, it will be before the cold sets in.”
“I’m setting things up with work in hopes of that happening but sooner or later we’ll get there. For now, we should have pretty good weather for six to eight more weeks.”
“I know,” I said again with confidence. “For now you have an adorable place and a great landlady.”
It was true. There was something I really liked about Forrest’s place itself. It was in a nice quiet neighborhood and the layout of the condo was nice. Perhaps it would always be sort of special because it was where we had started off.
We slowly pulled our suitcases and our tired bodies up to our place as quietly as we could so as not to disturb Guinevere down below due to the late hour.
Too tired to bother to shower, we fell into bed - his bed - where he fell asleep right away.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep as tired as I was. Instead, I lie there staring at the dark ceiling with my thoughts pinging between the past, present and future. At least I was comfortable and the night was peaceful. All I could hear in the quiet night was Forrest’s soft breathing and the faint whoosh of an occasional car pass by in the street below. Then at one point, I heard the faint whistle of a train way off in the distance.
Sleep was just overtaking me when a ferocious pounding sounded on the door down below.
My eyes flung open to these strange flashing lights reflecting on the ceiling. They kept changing colors. Red-blue-red-blue-red-blue… It took me a moment to realize they were police lights shining through the window and onto the ceiling.
Forrest awoke with such a start that his movements nearly flung me off the bed.
“Oh fuck!” he said.
“What is it? What’s going on?” I asked, confused and scared.
“It’s the police.”
“But what’s wrong?”
He jumped up and quickly got dressed. As he was pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee he said, “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you real soon.”
“Tell me what?!” I demanded, my anxiety heightening.
They might be here to arrest and accuse me of something that didn’t quite happen the way you’re likely to hear it did.”
“What did you do?”
“There’s no time now,” he said placing his hands on my arms. “I’ll contact you as soon as I can. You’ve got money saved. If I can’t get back, you can probably stay here if you want or return home or maybe even go to Thailand.”
What. The. Fuck.
The pounding grew fiercer and the officers began to shout in Norwegian.
I grabbed my robe, looked out the window and down at the street as I secured its belt around my waist.
“POLITI,” said the bright yellow-green and white cars parked on the street.
I followed Forrest out of the bedroom and remained in the living room as he darted down the stairs to open the door.
And then he was arrested for murder and I was left alone… Dumbfounded. Stunned. In total shock and disbelief.