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Room 214
Henry stood in Room 214 of the Candlewick Inn, waiting for Trish to show her true colours. He clutched a knife in his shaking hand. He didn't want to kill her, really; but if she was going to up and leave him to be with an old flame, and ruin all of his carefully laid plans, he might as well kill her now. If Trish 'disappeared', the wedding guests would assume she'd gotten cold feet and they would all go home. Thus, he wouldn't have to kill them, although he would still need to kill all the islanders (and his dad). Henry didn't enjoy killing, but it was a necessary evil in order for himself and Abby to be alone together forever on Harper's Island.
But Abby would leave with the rest of the guests. This was turning out to be much more difficult that Henry had first thought. Perhaps he could convince her to stay, to reconcile with her dad maybe. Abby was a sucker for Henry's puppy-dog eyes, and if Trish had apparently left him he definitely had an excuse to be looking like that. While he was wearing his puppy-dog expression, Abby would practically jump off a bridge if he asked her to; not that he ever would, of course. But it would be easy to get her to stay.
Footsteps approached the door, breaking Henry out of his thoughts. Trish's fate was in her hands now. Open the door and die, or leave it closed and live. He tensed as the door handle began to twist slowly, and raised the knife. The door handle stopped, and Henry correctly assumed that Trish was looking at her engagement ring. Seconds passed, seeming to last as long as hours, and the door handle slowly twisted back to its original position. Shadows disappeared from the gap under the door as Trish's footsteps receded into the distance.
By not opening the door, Trish had saved her own life. But, Henry noted with irony, she had also necessitated the deaths of everyone she cared about.
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