They saw how it affected me. They stood by and watched me spiral into depression for weeks, all while knowing the truth.
I grab my keys from the bowl by the front door and step out into the crisp spring air. I lock my door behind me and jog down the steps toward my truck.
I have questions that need answering, and I knowjust the place to start.
CHAPTER 41
DAISY
Itighten the blanket around my legs as my mom carries in a tray loaded with tea and an assortment of junk food. There’s cookies, cake and every brand of chocolate you could name, all piled on top of each other, and she carries a bag of popcorn between her teeth.
A laugh startles from me. “Mama!”
She winks, bending down to place the tray on the table safely. “I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I got everything.”
“Everything sounds perfect,” I say as she takes the seat next to me, stealing a corner of the blanket from me for herself.
“Did you decide on a movie?”
I reach forward and snag aReese’s Pieces. “Yup. We’re watchingDirty Dancing.”
“Oooh, good choice. You know I love Patrick Swayze,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively and causing me to laugh.
“Hey now,” my dad says as he enters the living room. “I thought you loved me.”
I watch as my mom giggles, her eyes softening as she looks up at her husband. “I have enough space in my heart for the both of you, sweetie.”
I observe the both of them with rapt attention. I’ve always loved the love my parents have for one another. They have the kind of relationship most people dream of. They’re the couple people aspire to be.
It warms my heart and breaks it all in the same breath.
I thought I would have that.
Growing up, it was all I ever wanted.
But although it hurts to know that my relationship didn’t end up like theirs, that I failed to follow in their footsteps, I’m incredibly grateful that I got to grow up in the presence of their love. That I’m a product of that love.
Dad chuckles, bending down to place a kiss on her head before walking to me and doing the same. “Hey, Babygirl. How’re you doing?”
“I’m okay, Dad.”
“You sure?” he asks, taking a seat in his armchair and pulling on his slippers.
“I’m sure,” I assure him, reaching for my tea.
I’m not sure at all, but I’ve done all that I can do. The ball is entirely in Killian’s court. It’s up to him now whether he decides to talk to me or not.
Would I love the chance to explain myself? Of course. But I can’t force him to listen.
Killian needs time. And I have to respect that. It would make me a hypocrite if I sought him out and made him hear me out after I left him in the dark for so long.
I knew he would be hurt. I expected his reaction. And I have to believe that at some point, he’ll come to me and give me an opportunity to make things right.
This can’t be the end.
“Have you heard from him?” my mom asks, her tone cautious.
I blow out a breath, slumping back against the sofa. “No. I saw him at Savannah’s house a few days ago, but he didn’t speak to me.”
