Chapter Two

My eyes watch as Ruth plays with a wooden horse Jack craved for her made out of wood from our backyard. Since the Carpathia dropped off the surviving passengers of the Titanic in New York, Jack and I stayed there and started our life. It wasn't easy, by any means. Jack wasn't a rich man, but in reality I wasn't a rich woman. Without my mom and Cal, I too were penniless. Yes, I have the necklace, a heavy blue diamond heart which was 56-carats. I know the necklace is worth millions. Jack would never allow me to sell it, for one a sale like that is traceable, and for two he always said he wanted to be the one to take care of me. So I keep the necklace inside my jewelry box as a painful reminder of my past life. One day, my plan is to throw it into the ocean at the exact crash site of the Titanic, and give it to the passengers who lost their lives.

 "How much will you sell that picture for?" I smile, placing a kiss on my husband's cheek as he sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and painting. Jack and I never technically got married, but I still refer to him as my husband. I signed my last name as Dawson, and I don't need a piece of paper to know how much I love him. 

He moves his head to the side, and smiles that sweet smile I love to see. 

"Maybe enough to take you out to a fancy dinner." 

I feel the laughter escaping my lips. "Maybe."

"Do you have any photo shoots today?" He asked me, barely looking up from his artwork. He painted a picture of a beautiful girl riding backwards on a horse. The sky was blue, and the sun was bright, taking up the whole sky. 

I nod. "Just a small photo for a tiny fashion magazine."

"A tiny fashion magazine." He looks at me, with blonde hair falling over his eyes.

A few years after the sinking of the ship, Jack finally sold enough pictures to get us a small house. I started doing a little acting and modeling. I traded my ginger distinct hair for a blonde, this way I'd be recognizable to my family and Cal. I doubt they paid attention to the small industries I was working with anyway, small little commercials, and tiny magazines. It was enough to bring a little cash into the house and bring my heart a glimpse of happiness. Rose Dewitt Bukater supposedly drowned in the Titanic. When the survivor list came around, I changed my name to Dawson. Which marked a new person. I do fully believe in my heart that my mom thinks I drowned aboard the ship. 

Surprisingly, I just learned Cal committed suicide because of the Stock Market Crash. It would be my guess he lost millions. Money was always very important to Cal, and I can imagine he wouldn't want to live without it.