Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Chapter Twenty-Four
Brendan
After getting the Petersons to cover the bar for me again tonight, I sit back down with Ruby.
We don’t speak to each other. Instead, we stare out the window into the vast backyard where the dogs are frolicking and the sun is beginning to set.
We watch the sun go down.
And we simply wait.
Until Ruby’s phone dings. She reads a text and then glances up at me. “They need you now. They need both of us.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for them to come out?”
“No. We need to go to them.”
I nod, rise, and follow Ruby down the hallway. She knocks lightly and then opens the door to what turns out to be a living room connected to the master suite.
Ryan sits on a recliner, and he rises when Ruby walks in.
On another recliner, separated from Ryan’s only by a table and lamp, sits Ava.
My sweet Ava, with all the color drained from her beautiful face, her eyes glassy.
“Baby?”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide. She’s not crying, but she clearly has been. Her nose is red, and her cheeks are stained with streaks from tears.
“Baby,” Ruby says, and I’m not sure whether she’s talking to her husband or to her daughter. “What have you done?”
“Only what we agreed I needed to do,” Ryan says.
“Oh, God… And she knows…” Ruby looks at her daughter, goes toward her, takes one of her hands. “My sweet Ava. How I wish this could’ve all been kept in the past.”
Ava doesn’t reply. She simply sniffles.
“You do understand that I was a police officer.”
Ava nods.
“I did what I had to do to save your father.”
“And you’ve lived with that for so long,” Ava finally speaks.
“Yes. And it’s always difficult to take a life. Even when you don’t have a choice, like I didn’t.”
“But apparently you didn’t take a life,” Ava says.
“No, I didn’t. And I have great feelings of ambivalence about that fact.”
Ava rises then and embraces her mother. “I’m so sorry, Mom.”
“You have no reason to be sorry about anything, Ava. None of this has anything to do with you, and if your father and I had had our way, you and your sister would never have had to know about the dark times in our past.”
I stand, not sure what to do. I have no idea what any of them are talking about, but Ava and I made a pact. No more secrets between us. Still, I won’t push her on this. Clearly she needs time. Time to process whatever her father has spent the last hour and a half telling her.
I cannot push her.
All I can do is be here for her, attend to whatever she needs.
When Ava finally lets go of her mother, she doesn’t come to me as I expect. She walks to her father and embraces him as well.
“This is more than I deserve, cupcake,” he says to her.
Ava says nothing, sniffles into her father’s shoulder for a moment until she pulls away. “You and Mom have lived through so much. So much. And then Uncle Talon, Dale and Donny… There’s so much I still don’t know. Why is our past so dark? So horrific?”
“I won’t lie to you. Wendy Madigan had a great deal to do with all of it. Probably more than I even know. More than your aunt and uncles know. But I think my father holds a lot of the blame as well.”
I’m beginning to feel like the fourth wheel in the room. I don’t know what they’re talking about—though I have a theory, which includes Wendy Madigan—and Ava doesn’t seem to need me. Until—
She steps out of her father’s embrace and comes to me. She touches my cheek lightly. “Brendan, please take me home.”
“Whatever you need, baby.”
“Ruby and I need you to take care of her, Brendan,” Ryan says.
“Of course. Whatever she needs.”
“What I’ve told my daughter, I’ve told her in confidence,” Ryan says, “except for you. I gave her the option to tell you if she wishes to. All I ask is that if she does, you also keep it in confidence.”
“Of course. You have my word.”
Ryan nods, and then he pats me on the back. “You’re a good man, Brendan. I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this. I’m sorry Ava has been dragged into this. And I’m just so sorry for…”
“For what?”
“For what is inevitable,” he says. “For what is to come.”
Ava is quiet during our drive back to town. The sun has set, and the country roads seem darker than usual.
The sky isn’t cloudy at all, so I know it’s my imagination. Still, I feel the veil of darkness. I feel it surrounding Ava. Surrounding me. Surrounding us as we drive into town.
Curiosity nips at me. What did Ryan tell his daughter? And will she choose to tell me?
I vow again not to push her. I vow again to do only what she needs. Because I love her. Ava Steel has become the most important person in my life, and I will never let her down.