Always Emily. Mary Sullivan

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СКАЧАТЬ in his chair, crossed his feet and cupped the back of his head with his hands, as though they discussed nothing more serious than the weather. “Emily isn’t like your mother.”

      Salem turned away and stared out the window.

      “She isn’t Annie, either,” his dad said. “She is a different kind of lively. Not trouble trouble. Fun trouble.”

      “So what?”

      “Aiyana is unhappy,” Dad said. “Has been for a while.”

      “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

      “You would know more if you spent more time at home.”

      “I work hard—”

      His father cut him off with a shake of his head. “So what? Listen to what is important here. Something is wrong with Aiyana. I’m no good for her. You’re no good. She needs a woman to talk to.”

      There wasn’t one—Annie was dead and Salem’s mother long dead—but damned if he would ask Emily to step in.

      His mind cast about. “I’ll phone Laura, Nick Jordan’s wife.”

      “Uh-huh. Sure, you can. She’s probably at the bakery right now serving customers, but you can call her and ask her to leave them and come right over.”

      Of course he couldn’t. Weekend mornings were crazy busy at the café, Laura’s busiest time. “How about Emily’s sister, Pearl?”

      “She won’t think that’s odd? You calling her while Emily is here in the house? And her knowing Aiyana idolizes Emily? That won’t look strange?”

      It would look ridiculous, and Salem knew it.

      Emily was here. Still...he couldn’t ask. He couldn’t open Aiyana to heartbreak. But Aiyana was unhappy about something, and wouldn’t confide in him.

      His dad’s white eyebrows rose in an exaggerated circumflex, low on the sides and high in the middle, almost meeting at the midpoint, compelling Salem to set aside his fears and seek help for his daughter.

      It stuck in his craw. He didn’t want Emily’s help. He could do this on his own. He wanted Emily out of his house and back in her own. Away from him. Away from his daughters.

      “She won’t hurt them,” Dad said as though reading his mind. “She won’t lead them astray.”

      His confusion with Aiyana, his utter...helplessness, had him swaying toward Dad’s point of view. He needed someone’s help. Emily was the only one available right now.

      He’d made the decision to not see her again, to not think about her, to pretend she didn’t exist, and yet here she was in his house. And Aiyana needed someone at this moment. Salem could deal with the consequences later.

      “Okay,” he said and trudged upstairs, footsteps heavy and slow like his thoughts.

      At his closed bedroom door, he halted and glanced down the hallway toward Aiyana’s door, also closed.

      So many doors were closed to him these days. About the only thing that wasn’t was school. No wonder he spent so much time buried in books. They opened pathways for him he couldn’t breach elsewhere in his life.

      He knocked and Emily called for him to come in.

      She stood beside the bed, her skin pale and gray like ash, using his brush to calm her hair. He loved its thickness and color, a medium brown warmed by glints of blond and red tones. Natural highlights. Or, he assumed they were natural since they’d already been there when she was twelve.

      He still remembered the first time he ever saw her and thinking he’d gone crazy because he’d felt such an immediate kinship with a stranger, and her only twelve while he was a strapping eighteen.

      For a while, he’d wondered if he was some kind of pervert before realizing his attraction wasn’t sexual. That had come later, when she was still too young at fifteen. It had driven him into the arms of another woman. Just his rotten luck their birth control had failed. No, that wasn’t true. He might have regretted his marriage, but never his daughters, even now when they were teenagers and he didn’t have a clue what to do with them.

      “Are you okay?” he asked Emily.

      “I’m fine,” she replied, but wasn’t.

      He knew when Emily lied. She was lying now.

      “What’s up?” she asked shyly. Emily, who could go anywhere, do anything, was never shy. “You look upset.”

      “And you look a little better than last night. More like yourself. How do you feel?”

      “Tired, but the fever broke during the night, thank goodness. The attack’s almost run its course.” She placed his hairbrush onto his dresser. “I’ve known others with this. I’ve seen the symptoms and how they progress. I’ll be better soon.”

      “Do you need to be anywhere this morning? I have a problem.”

      “What kind of problem?”

      “Aiyana’s upset.”

      Her head shot up. “Aiyana? What’s wrong?”

      The request backed up in his throat, but the bottom line was that Aiyana needed help and Emily was here. Even with his father’s help, Salem had been coping as both parents for so long, and he was out of his depth. “I think maybe she needs to talk to a woman.”

      Emily looked uncertain, another sign she wasn’t herself. In all the years he’d known her, Salem had admired her generosity of spirit and her self-confidence.

      He stepped back. “If you don’t want to that’s okay.”

      “No. I don’t mind. It’s just...”

      “Just what?”

      “What kind of help does she need? I mean, I don’t know if I can help.”

      If she didn’t help him figure out the puzzle that was his daughter, who would?

      “What exactly is the problem?”

      Salem shook his head like a bewildered old man, so far out of his element. “Mika says it’s boys. She’s at that age, right?”

      Emily tilted her head, thinking. “Aiyana’s what? Fourteen?”

      “Fifteen. Almost sixteen.”

      “Yeah.” Emily’s mouth twisted wryly. “It’s probably a boy.”

      “So, you’ll talk to her?”

      A wash of emotion that might have been sadness painted Emily’s features.

      “Okay.” She seemed to rouse herself. “Where is she? In her bedroom?”

      Salem nodded and went back downstairs, hoping he could deal with the repercussions of Emily leaving—again—later. СКАЧАТЬ