Finding Eden (29 page)

"Molly . . . thank you," I said to her, hoping she could see the sincerity in my eyes and then I glanced at Carolyn who was still silent, staring down at the table. She sat there not saying anything for so long I wondered for a minute if she'd respond at all. She didn't. Instead, she stood up—her chair scraping over the stone patio—turned her back on us, and walked through the French doors, shutting them behind her.

I let out a breath and ran my hand through my hair. I looked at Molly who had a pained expression on her face. "I meant every word I said to her," she said. "I just hope it did some good."

I nodded. "I appreciate it, Molly. Either way, I appreciate all the ways you've been so supportive of Eden and of me."

Molly smiled sadly. "You've both been through so much. If anyone deserves to find their place in this world, Calder, you two do. I hope I've helped."

"You have," I said, meaning it one hundred percent. Now I could only hope Carolyn would come around, too.

********** 

Carolyn spent the day in her room, not even coming out once. Despite the fact that we didn't have her blessing, Eden and I decided that we'd still go on our trip. It wasn't going to start off with quite the same happiness we had hoped, but it was necessary for us and we were going to go anyway.

Late that afternoon as I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water, I turned around when I heard someone enter the room behind me. It was Carolyn. My eyes widened to see her with her hair pulled back and no makeup on. I'd never seen her not looking perfectly done-up, regardless of the time of day. Her eyes were rimmed in red as if she'd been crying. She offered me a small smile. "Can we talk?" she asked.

I nodded and walked slowly to the table where we both sat down. I looked at her warily, not knowing where this was going to go.

"Calder," she started, and then paused, "I owe you an apology." I let out a breath. "I owe Eden an apology, too."

"Carolyn—" I started.

"No, wait," she said. "Let me just say this and then you can say what you need to say to me. I can imagine you need to get some things off your chest, too." She looked down, studying her fingernails.

"I've been up in my room thinking so much about Eden's father, Bennett, today. I . . . I've been thinking about the ways I wish I had been more for him when he needed me." She shook her head. "Molly was right to make me realize that, even though I see I buried my head in the sand then, I
wasn't
seeing that I'm doing it now, too." She paused, but I didn't speak. I could see she needed to organize her thoughts.

"I have her back, and yet I'm so filled with grief over the moments I missed. I wanted so badly to experience the ways I lost out on mothering her, and that included being there to guide and experience her falling in love with someone." She shook her head. "That's what I owe you the biggest apology for. I could see that day at the garden party how much you loved and adored her . . . how deeply your hearts are entwined, and yet," she took a big, shaky breath, "I tried to push her toward another man."

She looked down, an expression of shame on her face. "I'm jealous of how deeply you love each other, how deeply you
know
each other. I'm jealous you got all those years and I didn't. Even though I know it's irrational, and I see now how it's affected my behavior and made me act so selfishly." She met my eyes, tears shining in hers. "Please yell at me. Tell me how awful I've been."

I took a deep breath. "I don't want to yell at you. I understand." I pictured myself standing on a chair in the bowling alley, panicked because Eden stepped out of my line of sight for a few minutes. It had to be the same way for her mom, too. "There's no handbook for Eden's and my situation and there's no handbook for yours, either." I paused. "What I hope you know is that what Molly said about Eden having a quiet strength . . . nothing is more true. I love that so much about her. And that strength came from
you
. Eden was able to hold on to that quality because she never let go of her belief in love. You gave that to her. She drew on all the love you gave her in the first years of her life and she never let go. It kept her alive. All those years, you
were
with her, because your love was still in her heart."

Tears were coursing down Carolyn's cheeks and she was nodding her head. "Thank you," she said. "And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never considered that you need a mother, too. I'm here for you." She reached her hand across the table and I took it, smiling, relief filling my chest.

"I'm going to try to stop treating her like a little girl and see her for who she is," she said. "I'm going to try my very best. I'm going to focus on what I
have
, not what I don't have."

I smiled again. "I know Eden will be thankful for that." I paused. "Just so you know though, there's no reason to stop making those fluffernutter sandwiches." They were damn good.

Carolyn laughed and wiped her tears and that's when Eden walked into the room. She stopped and took us both in and a huge smile took over her face, making her look radiant with happiness, as she rushed forward and draped one arm over my shoulders and reached one over Carolyn's. She leaned in and kissed my cheek and then leaned over and kissed Carolyn's. We laughed and something inside me clicked into place. It was as if the mix of colors on the canvas was finally perfect for the picture I wanted so desperately to create.

********** 

Later, up in Eden's room, we opened her laptop and began figuring out where we were going.

We looked through a couple Indiana tourist sites and each one recommended the same resort again and again – French Lick Springs Hotel. We couldn't resist choosing the one place we found that had the word “springs” in it. It seemed too perfect a choice as a getaway for us. We had gone to another spring to get away once upon a time, too. It felt right. Plus, it was only a three-hour drive. We wouldn't have to risk too much by being on the road for very long. Neither one of us had a license, although Molly had agreed to loan us her car.

"Carolyn said we'd need to open up an account in your name to cash the check from my showing so I can finance our trip," I said as Eden entered in the information on the computer, booking our hotel.

She nodded, creasing her brow. "I have another account in my name, too, that Felix left for me." She looked up at me. "We can access that, too, now that I have a birth certificate."

"Okay, but I'm paying for this trip."

She put her hand to my cheek. "Okay. Still, Felix left me that money because he wanted me to have it. It wouldn't be right to leave it there."

I nodded, thanking Felix in my head each time his name came up. I would be forever in his debt for taking care of my girl when I hadn't been able to.

The next day, we both accompanied Carolyn to the bank where Eden's mouth fell open when we learned that Felix had left several hundred thousand dollars for her. When we got home, she dropped down on the couch, her face in her hands, choking out sobs. I pulled her close and held her as she cried. I could hardly believe it either. What an incredible, generous man.
Thank you, Felix.

And so it came to be that Eden and I were driving out of Ohio in Molly's car just as the sky began to dim. We had successfully snuck out through the back bushes while Xander made his first statement to the press in front of Carolyn's house. It was the perfect diversion.

As the miles flew by, my shoulders began to relax, and I felt like I was finally able to draw in a full breath for the first time in a little over a month. Eden shot me a flirty smile and winked, putting her feet up on the dashboard. My heart flipped in my chest and I almost laughed at myself. Would I ever stop being a lovesick schoolboy around her?

Her smile faded and she squeezed my hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I smiled over at her. "It's a lot easier now that we've got a little bit of freedom." I looked at the road in front of us.

"Yeah," she agreed, squeezing my hand back. "Everything feels more hopeful when you're free. Who knows that better than us?"

I nodded my head slowly, keeping my eyes on the road and glancing at the speedometer to make sure I was going the speed limit. I wasn't going to risk that freedom for anything.

She was quiet for a minute. "Think the media will look for us?"

"They won't know we're gone. We haven't been outside your mom's house in a month, so they'll think we're still holed up. And even if they did know we left, by the time they knew to look for us, we'll have Molly's car parked in a parking garage somewhere. The news plays the same fuzzy pictures of us coming out of my building again and again. The only other one they have of you is from when you were a kid. I don't think anyone will recognize us, especially if I put a ball cap on and you put your hair up." I grinned over at her and she smiled back, nodding.

We were quiet in our thoughts, just watching the scenery go by. After a few minutes, I said, "You know what I keep thinking about, Eden? You know what I've thought about off and on all these years?"

"Hmm?" she looked at me and leaned her head back on the seat.

"Me kicking over that water system was just chance—a random, unplanned act that ended up flooding the cellar."

"Yeah," she said softly.

"Yeah. So how did Hector know? All those years, how did he know that there would be a flood on
that day
, under an eclipse? If he didn't
plan
it, how did he predict it?"

I glanced at Eden and she was studying me quietly, her brow furrowed. "I don't know," she finally said. She tilted her head to the side. "Do you think, I mean, is it possible Hector had some kind of psychic gift and that he . . ." She sighed, looking frustrated before continuing, "I don't know . . . thought it was the voices of the gods speaking to him?" She turned more fully toward me, getting that bright look in her eye that made my chest feel tight—my knowledge seeker.

"What if Hector had some sort of," she waved her hands around, "precognition? I don't know. I'll have to look it up, but what if he had that and he was slightly crazy and so he misinterpreted it as some sort of message from the gods?" She frowned. "Is that . . . does that sound totally crazy?"

I sighed. "I have no idea. Yeah, it sounds kinda crazy, but that doesn't mean it is, you know? I don't have a better explanation. Unless he planned to kick over my system and I just coincidentally happened to do it for him."

"Or that all the factors came together in just the right way. Coincidence all around—the rain, the eclipse . . ." She bit her lip not looking convinced. She turned around in her seat and looked out the window. "I guess we'll never truly know."

"No, we won't. And somehow, I guess, that has to be okay."

Eden sighed. "Yeah, that's the hard part. I still can't believe they exhumed his body." She shivered.

We were quiet for another minute. Eden turned to me again. "You know what else I wonder about?"

"Hmm?"

She bit her lip. "Well, Hector always proclaimed that the foretelling said I would become his only legal wife. But at our marriage, I never signed anything. And I didn't even know my last name at that point. He couldn't have made it legal. Could he?"

I thought about that. "I don't know a lot about the laws of marriage, but, no, I can't see how he could have made it legal considering the fact that you were a missing kid." I paused. "One of the council members was a judge in Arizona, though. Could he have planned a way to forge documents?" Something came to me. "
Or,
maybe it was just a way
not
to have to marry Miriam or Hailey. He was using a false name. He couldn't really marry anyone. Maybe he used the gods' foretellings as a way around things that just wouldn't fit in with his lies."

Eden's eyes looked sad when I glanced at her. "So many lies," she whispered. "It's so hard to differentiate sometimes."

I grabbed her hand. "We know what's true and what's not, Morning Glory." I paused. "It sounds like something between a feeling and a whisper. Remember?"

Eden smiled softly at me and squeezed my hand.

After a minute, I said, "On a more casual note," I grinned over at her, "guess who I caught making out on the side of the house when I went around to the garage to get your mom's suitcases?"

Eden's mouth opened and she stared at me for a minute before her eyes opened wide. "Bentley and Molly?" she said excitedly.

I frowned. "How'd you know?"

"I knew it! I had a feeling. Did they see you?"

"No, I ducked back around the house. I felt like a peeping tom. I've only met the guy once."

She laughed, but then her face went serious. "Wait, are you sure he wasn't taking advantage of her?"

I glanced at her, smirking. "If a woman being accosted wraps her leg around a man's hip, then yes."

She laughed, throwing her head back. My heart flipped over. Just laughing with her, talking about casual things felt like a small miracle. In one sense, I hoped that feeling would lessen, and in another sense, I hoped it'd never go away.