“I was young, and insecure.”
“Not much has changed.”
“This is exactly what I feared.” Margo raised her voice, then took a deep breath, exhaled and continued in a quieter tone. “You loved him more than you loved me. Do you think it was easy, raising someone else’s daughter? When I knew deep down your father still loved her. When you are the spitting image of her. I could never compete.”
Tears filled Lola’s eyes. She placed her hand on her belly vowing to give her child space to love and be loved unconditionally no matter what. “This wasn’t a competition, Margo. This was supposed to be love. Selfless and unconditional. I’m sorry you had to deal with me. But don’t think I loved him more because of the blood ties I didn’t even know existed. Daddy always made me feel good about myself. With you… there was always a distance. You made me someone else’s daughter instead of your own. And that had nothing to do with blood. That wasyou.”
“Hurting you was never my intention.”
“Well, it happened. I’d hate to disturb you for one second longer. I still don’t know what Jack told you to make you leave your latest lover and come see me. You are free to go.” Maybe her mother expected a bigger affair with Hollywood paparazzi instead of locals. Maybe she wanted more glitz, and a less wholesome B&B vibe. One thing was certain—she never came forLola.
Lola surged to her feet, and stormed out of the library.
She ordered her feet to walk, even though a part of her was numb. She needed Jack. She wanted to talk to him, to tell him what she’d found out. She was broken and lost, and Jack could piece her back together again.
