Cara thanked the carrier and took the mail inside. She had to hand it to Jessica, her neighbourhood had first-class service.

'Bills, junk mail, fan mail, letters from her parents, what's this? A letter to me?' Curious, she puts Jessica's mail on the end table by the door and opens up her letter.

'Cara, amore mio.'

Cara almost dropped the letter in shock. Marco.

"You son of a bitch." She was just starting to start over and he slithers back to her life like a snake. She was tempted to rip up his letter, but seeing his writing, she teared up instead. "Please. From the bottom of my heart, let me go." Even dead, he still haunted her.

She didn't read the rest, not yet. She needed to brace herself. She went to pour a drink.

Laying in Jessica's backyard hammock, with a can of diet pop, she unfolds Marco's letter and reads his words.

'I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, and I don't blame you. You didn't deserve any of this.'

"No I didn't." She wanted to drink something stronger, but she was trying to sober up. She continued reading.

'My father. He is ruthless and greedy. My brother, a monster. I should have done you a favor and left you alone when we met.'

"Yes you should." If she had known what she was going into, she would have returned to the States.

'Cara, I know I'm in trouble, and not because of the authorities. But that's okay because I already made my peace, knowing you are far away from here. I'm going to leave you one last gift, I figure it would be wouldn't be a waste. I love you. Marco.'

"You bastard." She was about to rip up his letter when she saw something written at the bottom of the letter. She had to squint to see it.

'Box 45 Sweet Valley.'

"A train station?" What was Marco telling her? Box 45 was a locker. Damn him. She tore up his letter info itty bitty pieces. "Deal with it yourself." She left the scattered pieces on the ground and stomped inside.

"Go, Sweet Valley!" If only things were that simple again. She was watching an old tape of the cheerleaders of SVH cheering on the football team. She didn't look up when the door opened. "Hey Jess." As always Jessica looked flawless. She just came from work but always looked good.

"Hey." Jessica looked at the television. "Ken Matthews. That brings back memories." She and Ken were SVH's Power Couple, till her jealous sister ruined it. She blackmailed Elizabeth to join the cheerleading squad for her silence, but that totally backfired when Elizabeth kissed Ken behind her back. "You would have been great with us instead of stuck up Heather." Heather Mallone, Jessica would have preferred her to Melissa.

"Shame that I missed it." Cara and her mom moved to London in the middle of junior year. She almost married Steven to stay in Sweet Valley. "I could have avoided everything." She moved over to let Jessica sit.

"Claire Middleton, damn she sure was awesome." Back then she was teased about joining the football team, Jessica shuddered about Ted, Claire's dead brother. They unknowingly mocked him in front of the entire school devastating Claire. "How is Claire?" After graduation, she moved East to attend college.

"I looked her up recently, she's working her butt off training girls in her gym." Claire opened up her own gym, training young women for professional sports. "Aaron says one of her former students will be playing at the Olympics soon."

"Good for her. I'm sure her brother would be proud." Jessica wondered if she named her gym after her late brother. She sighed.

"What's wrong?" Cara knew that sigh all too well.

"I'm sure you heard about Suzanne."

"I have." Cara read the paper. "How's Todd?" His father and girlfriend. Cara's problems were nothing to his.

"Not good. Bert just got bailed out, but Suzanne's parents are out for blood." She heard from Steven that Suzanne's parents were filing a lawsuit.

"Poor Todd. Even if he wins the contest, he won't be able to pay off his parent's debts." Cara knew Todd was working his butt off every day.

"Yep." They watch the tape till it ended. "Winston, he always liked taping the cheerleaders instead of the game." She remembered his crush on her, sure enough, he zoomed him on her face, but quickly zooms in on Maria, his girlfriend at the time.

"Yea." Cara stood up. "Can I borrow your keys?"

"They're on the counter. You going somewhere?" Cara was a recluse these days, not that Jessica blamed her.

"Just for a while." She needed to get air. Fuck her stalkers.

"Be careful." Jessica knew how jumpy she was these days. "Just buzz me when you get back."

"I will."

Cara borrowed Jessica's Porsche, she had no other vehicle to drive. She was careful though, she couldn't afford to fix it. To keep her mind distracted she turned on the radio.

"On today's story, reality star Todd Williams is in lots of hot water, his father..." Click. "John Marin, Sweet Valley's murderer is still wanted..." Click.

"Forget it." Cara tuned the radio to a classical music station. Wasn't her first choice, but Beethoven was better than nothing, it was a long drive to Sweet Valley. She hummed his most famous piece, her mom used to listen to whenever she worked on huge projects for her work.

A hour later Cara pulled into the Sweet Valley Station. She didn't know why she was here, she wanted nothing to do with Marco. But reading his last words, she knew deep down she wanted closure. She didn't get out of the car, she wanted to make sure no one was watching her.

Ten minutes later she was walking in the terminal, wondering what Marco left her. But when she found herself at locker 45, she was staring at a locked locker.

"Wonderful." Marco left her a letter, but not a key? "Idiot." She couldn't help but smile. Marco was always so absent-minded. 'Now what?' She looked around the terminal, no one paid attention to her. She knew Marco wouldn't have sent her on a wild goose chase, there had to be something to open this. She debated on asking security, but she didn't want anyone to know she was here. She went to the cafeteria to think.

Cara absently watched the people going by, she took guesses as to where they were headed. She assumed many were heading to LA to find fame and fortune, while others were heading back with broken dreams. She sipped her black coffee.

Locker 45, what was behind that door? Drugs? Money? A letter? Nothing? Why her? Why not Nick Fox? She drank her coffee trying to figure out what Marco wanted.

As far as she knew Marco never stepped foot in Sweet Valley since he was young. According to him, his parents were never married, and Marco only visited Sweet Valley to visit his father. As for his older brother, she never knew of his existence. John Marin was an embarrassment to the family.

"Oh my god." Cara felt like an idiot. It wasn't a locker, it was a address. She read the letter wrong. She dumped out her coffee and walked out of the station. She knew where to go.

Cara swallowed. This was where Clay DiPalma lived. She knew it wasn't smart to be here alone, especially with a quarter of a million car in this neighbourhood, but she didn't care. She just hoped it all ended today.

Ding Dong!

Cara swallowed her fear. She wasn't sure who lived here when she read that article about Clay all these years ago, this was an abandoned house. She straightened her face when she heard footsteps, praying she wasn't making a mistake.

The door opened slightly, a suspicious-looking face peeking out.

"Yes?" The woman's face was hard, she was glaring at Cara.

"Hi. I'm here on behalf of Marco? He gave me this address." Cara wasn't surprised when the door shut in her face. But when the woman opened the door after removing the door chain, Cara wondered what was Marco's last gift to her. She stepped inside.