Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I hold back the rumble of dismay in my chest.
“It was bad,” she continues on. “His addiction was well hidden at first, but then it got out of control. His doctors would no longer prescribe for him, so he got street drugs. He depleted our savings buying the stuff and eventually got arrested in a drug sting although the charges were eventually dropped. His parents paid for a very good attorney.”
“Shit,” I mutter.
“This went on for a couple of years, and I stood by his side. He got reprimanded by the school, was in and out of rehab with relapses.”
“But you didn’t leave him,” I surmise. “You stood by his side.”
“For the longest time I did,” she admits. “There were times where he put forth great effort to kick his habit. There were times he was an utter disappointment to me. But then came a moment where I knew I couldn’t keep going on, and I had a daughter to think about.”
“Something happened?” I ask, knowing she’s going to tell me and it’s going to piss me off.
“In hindsight, it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but at the time it was. It was enough to make me call it quits.” She falls silent a moment, gathering her thoughts as her gaze seems to go unfocused. But she comes back after a moment, giving me a wan smile. “It was about a month after Jenna’s fire. I’d spent the day at the hospital and had come home to find Shane high and passed out on the living room floor. He had been sober for two months and had been doing really well. There he was sprawled out on the floor, drooling. Our five-year-old daughter sitting on the couch just watching cartoons and I’d like to believe she was oblivious to what was wrong with him.”
“I’m sure she was,” I reassure her, but I really don’t know how intuitive kids are.
“I was livid. I woke him up, yelling at him to get his stuff and get out of the house. It started a huge fight, and he was so stoned, he wasn’t making any sense. And… and… he’d never so much as ever raised a hand to me, but he just all of a sudden slapped me in the face. It was so hard, and I wasn’t expecting it so I fell to the ground. Felicity flipped out, was screaming and crying. Shane was yelling and ranting. It was the most awful night of my life.”
“What happened?” My voice is hoarse, loathing the images in my mind she just described.
“I called the police. He was out of control. They made him leave and Felicity and I moved to my parents’ house the very next morning. I filed formal divorce papers the next week.”
Holy shit, that’s a story. And one I never would have expected. Emory seems so put together I can’t imagine her tying herself to someone so destructive. But what do I know… I’ve never had a serious relationship. I most certainly have never had a child to think of.
“And you haven’t seen him in two years?” I ask.
“Not really,” she murmurs, settling back on the cushion a little. She seems worn out after reliving that nightmare. “Over the next year, he jumped in and out of rehab. Lost his job at UCLA. The court allowed supervised visitation which he only showed up for half the time. The times he showed up, he was sober. The times he didn’t, I knew he was high somewhere. By the time the divorce was granted, he’d been in the wind for several months. His parents didn’t even know where he was. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen or heard from him. Until tonight that is.”
Reaching out, I take Emory’s hand in mine. It’s cold and I enfold it with my other hand as well to warm her up. “What does he want?”
“I have no clue. He’s definitely sober tonight and says he’s been that way a few months now. But that means nothing to me. He’s never gone more than three or four months.”
“He wants to see Felicity?” I guess.
She nods, tipping her head to rest it on my shoulder. “I need to call my attorney tomorrow and figure things out. I don’t want to keep him from her if he’s sober. But I also know he’ll end up falling off the wagon again too. We’ll have to come up with some agreement.”
I shift my body so I can pull her more against me, cradling her with one arm around her waist and moving her head to my chest. She wraps her arm around my stomach and it’s our first really tender moment.
“Do you think I should deny him visitation?” she asks.
I’m flattered she wants my opinion.
I’m terrified at the same time.