10 years.

10 years since that fateful day.

Since then a lot of things have happened in my life. All have been a blessing.

"Jay," said my good friend Nick Caraway knocking gently at my bedroom door. "Daisy is wondering what is taking you so long. The party has already started."

I smiled. "Sorry, old sport. I was just thinking . . . "

Nick nodded knowingly. "I know. It's been 10 years since the day George Wilson tried to kill you."

"You have that on your calender too?" I joked. "Just thinking about how things might have been had you not saved my life."

"Don't talk like that, Jay. You're alive now and that's all that matters. That and your daughters fifth birthday. If you don't hurry Daisy will skin you alive." Nick smiled as he headed back to the party.

I hurried after him. Making sure to pass by the picture of the late Tom Buchanan. Daisy had put the picture of her first husband right next to the front door so everytime she walked out she would see him. His death should have been mine.

It was supposed to be mine.

George Wilson had come to my house 10 years earlier with the intent of ending my life. Luckily enough Nick was there and stopped Wilson before he could do just that. After we explained that I didn't run over his wife, Myrtle, and I didn't have an affair with her, he demanded to know who did. We didn't tell him it was Daisy who ran over his wife, of course, but Nick did inform him that Tom was having an affair with her for a long while. George was not pleased about that and the next day went to Tom's house.

Thankfully Daisy and her daughter weren't at home to witness the killing of Tom. And unfortunately Wilson killed himself and was not able to answer for the horrible crime he had committed. And when all is said and done I'm ashamed to say I was almost happy Tom was dead. It allowed me the chance to court Daisy with no restrictions.

"Papa!" Mine and Daisy's child, Mary, ran down the hallway and jumped into my arms. "Papa hurry! Mama is waiting for you."

I laughed. "All right, Mary. I'll hurry." I let her down and she ran into the large ball room where everything was covered in pink for her birthday. I found Daisy standing near the open windows, the wind blowing her blond hair around.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. "Hello, my dear."

Daisy wiped something off her face. "Hello. It's about time you came out."

"Have you been crying?"

Daisy's face got red. "Wh-Why would I cry? Today's a happy day . . . "

"It's about Tom isn't it?"

Daisy nodded. "It's been 10 years but I miss him so."

I didn't say anything. There really wasn't anything I could say since it was my fault Tom was killed. I gave her a reassuring hug and led her back to the party.