Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
I brush hair away from her face. “I promise that I will never doubt your decision,” I say. “I promise I will never talk about it unless you feel like talking about it. I promise I’ll keep trying to make you smile, even when I know it’s the kind of sadness that a joke can’t fix. I promise to always love you, no matter what.” I press my lips against hers and kiss her, then pull back. “No matter what, Six. No. Matter. What.”
Her eyes are still full of tears and I know her heart is still full of sadness, but through it all, she smiles at me. “I don’t deserve you, Daniel.”
“I know,” I say in complete agreement. “You deserve someone way better.”
She laughs, and the sound of it makes my heart swell.
“I guess I’m stuck with you until someone better comes along, then.”
I smile back at her, and finally, finally, things feel normal again. As normal as things can be between people like Six and me.
“I love you, Cinderella,” I whisper.
“I love you, too. No matter what.”
Chapter Three
When I got home from Six’s house last night, I slept through the night for the first time in a month. I went to bed relieved that we were okay.
But I woke up this morning feeling not okay.
Sure, our relationship finally seems stable. But Six is hurting. A lot. And I keep telling myself there’s nothing I can do, but when I woke up feeling unsettled, I realized it’s because I haven’t even been trying. Sure, it was a closed adoption. Sure, I’ll probably keep getting doors slammed in my face. But what kind of boyfriend would I be not to at least try to make Six’s world better?
This is why I’ve been on the phone for two hours. I called seven adoption agencies and was told the same thing from each of them. They aren’t allowed to release any information. I keep trying, though, because what if I get the one person who is a little bit unethical in my favor?
I was on the eighth phone call when Hannah walked in. I told her all about my conversation with Six and how I feel like I should be doing more to try to find out information about who might have our son, or if someone can just tell us he’s okay.
I told Chunk, too, because she’s Hannah’s shadow every time Hannah’s home from college.
I debated not updating them, because I really don’t want them to talk about it at all ever, but it’s also nice to have people who know the truth. And besides, three brains are better than one, even if they’re all Wesley brains.
Hannah has called three lawyers in Italy so far. Two immediately told her no, there’s nothing they can do to help. She’s on the phone with the third one now.
“Adoption,” she says, googling something. “Um. Italian. Adozione?” She waits for a moment, and then looks down at the phone with a defeated expression. “He hung up on me.”
Every phone call leaves me a little more disappointed than the last.
“Someone has to be able to help,” Hannah says. She falls back onto my bed, just as frustrated as I am.
Chunk is seated in my desk chair, spinning in a circle. “What if you’re kicking a hornet’s nest?” she says. “I mean, there was a reason they wanted a closed adoption. They don’t want you guys involved.”
“Yeah, because they were scared she’d come back to take her baby,” I say. “But she won’t. She just wants to know he’s okay.”
“I just think you need to leave it be,” Chunk says.
I look at Hannah, hoping she doesn’t feel the same way.
“I’m usually on Chunk’s side, but I’m actually on your side this time,” Hannah says to me. “Keep pushing. Maybe ask Six more questions. Someone has to know something. Italy isn’t that big, is it?”
“Sixty million people live in Italy,” I say. “Even if we contacted forty people a day, it would take us over four thousand years to make it through everyone in Italy.”
Hannah laughs. “You actually did the math?”
I nod pathetically.
“Well, shit,” she mutters. “I don’t know. You just have to keep trying. Maybe the host family knows who it was.”
I shake my head. “Six said they weren’t really involved. There was an American who worked at the school who helped Six with the adoption. I asked Six if there was a way to get in touch with her, but Six has already tried to get information from her on more than one occasion. The woman refuses to share anything based on legal grounds.”
Hannah looks hopeful. “But this woman knows? Someone knows where he might be?”
I shrug. “I don’t know what she knows, exactly. I just know she helped Six.”
“Call her,” Hannah says.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because Six said she’s tried that already. More than once. The woman is a brick wall.”