Their Secret Child. Mary J. Forbes

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      She turned, faced her mother. “Do not go there, Mom. I know why Dad pushed so hard. He didn’t want his precious daughter dragged into the trailer trash bin.”

      Charmaine’s eyes widened, her mouth fell open. “Oh, Addie. That wasn’t it at all. He wanted you to have a chance, he wanted—”

      “Exactly. He wanted. Whatever he wanted he got.”

      Her mother came down the steps. “That’s just not true.”

      “Isn’t it?”

      “Your father did what he thought was best—”

      “For who? Me? You? Our family? Don’t kid yourself. Dad was into saving face in this town. You know it, I know it. Lee and Kat know it. Everyone knows except you. When are you going to own up to that fact?”

      “You’re letting Skip get to you, Adelina, and he’s not worth it.”

      Addie scoffed a laugh. “He must be worth something. At one time he was the best quarterback in the league.”

      Her mother cast a sideways glance. Guilt probably. Well, Addie no longer cared how Charmaine felt. Throughout the past decade she’d grown a prickly spine, one Dempsey had walked into a time or two.

      “Were your sisters there?” her mother asked.

      “I didn’t see them. I left the second Coach got his gold watch.”

      Charmaine sighed.

      “What? Did you expect me to hang around, bump into Skip and then throw out a welcome mat?” Her eyes narrowed. “God, Mother. You did.” Addie opened the truck’s door. She couldn’t get away from this conversation fast enough.

      “You’ll be teaching at the same school,” Charmaine pointed out.

      “Which I do not look forward to.”

      “Why don’t you try breaking the ice first? Maybe talking to him will help with the issues you’ve kept inside.”

      “Issues? When Dad pushed me to sign those papers, I wanted to die. Die, do you understand?” Issues, indeed.

      “M-M-Mommy,” Michaela called anxiously from inside the truck.

      “Look, I’ll see you later.”

      Charmaine hurried forward. “What’re you going to do about—”

      “Absolutely nothing. The man means zilch to me.” She got in, turned the ignition—and left her mother in the driveway.

      Nothing, zilch, nada. Remember that, Addie.

      Skip Dalton was a pebble in the road of her life. Easily kicked aside. Then why are you so annoyed? And worried.

      Chapter Two

      The following Monday, Skip drove his Toyota pickup down the wooded driveway leading to his new home and parked beside his Prius. Yesterday, the movers had brought all the furniture; today he and Becky would arrange and unpack the boxes.

      Standing in the morning sunshine, he grinned across the truck’s hood. “Well, Bean. This is it. This is home now.” Skip hoped the girl would like the house, the island, the school she’d be attending after the Labor Day weekend in a few weeks. He watched her gaze at the structure gleaming in the morning light, her mouth slightly open, eyes as round as pizzas.

      “It’s amazing. I’ve never been in a house this big. Is it just for us?”

      “Just us.” For now. He couldn’t predict the future, but he hoped he and the lady across the road could eventually become friends for Becky’s sake. After that…who knew?

      “Look,” he said, embarrassed suddenly by her awe. It was, after all, just a house. One of three he owned, and not the biggest. “If you want to scout around, I’ll start inside. Come in when you’re ready.”

      Her expression was grateful. “I’d like that. It’s so quiet here. I never realized it, but I like the sound of…”

      “Nature?”

      “Yeah.” The word blew out on a little huff as she observed an American goldfinch pick at the bark of an old Garry oak in the front yard.

      Skip smiled. “The island may be small, honey, and a good portion may have burned to ashes in 1892, but it’s all grown back, including the wildlife, so enjoy it.” Happy to let her explore the premises, he walked up the porch steps to open the front door.

      For the first time in over a decade he had come home.

      Becky wandered around the property. The air was so fresh and clean and the trees were incredibly green and grand and gorgeous. As if she stood in Narnia during summertime.

      She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Was it only ten months ago that her dad found her?

      It seemed like yesterday. And forever.

      Man, her real dad…

      He was so cool. Kind and patient and just plain nice. And he occasionally called her Bean ’cause she was growing like a bean sprout, he said. When she thought of her other dad…Skip was so different than…him.

      She was glad Jesse, as she’d begun to think of him, was in the Walla Walla prison. She swallowed back the ache in her throat at the thought of her mom. Becky couldn’t believe she’d been gone almost four years. She tried to picture the woman she’d loved so much.

      Mom, with her soft blond hair and sweet smile.

      Mom, reading to her just before bedtime.

      Mom, helping with her homework.

      The images swam across Becky’s mind…Except her mom seemed hazy, the way a person looked standing in a really thick fog. And when she tried to remember her mother’s voice, there was nothing, not a single word.

      Maybe it was best this way. Maybe forgetting her mom’s face would help her forget the horror of that day.

      She swung around and realized she’d almost walked into the forest. Jeez, Becks. Focus on this life. Your new life. Don’t think of then.

      Hurrying to the front yard, Becky saw the road they’d traveled coming from the village. Across it, up a long dirt trail was a green cottage, and on its stoop sat a child.

      They had to be the neighbors. Maybe the family had kids her age. Like one of the girls she’d met last week at the retirement ceremony.

      Eager to begin new friendships, Becky walked down her dad’s driveway and across the road.

      “Hi,” she called as she went up their lane.

      The kid wore a pink top and shorts. Above each ear was a dark pigtail that hung down her skinny arms. She looked about six or seven. СКАЧАТЬ