with all of this?â
It was difficult to focus on his question when I could feel the warmth of his hand on mine.
âProbably not well,â I said after a few moments. âNot well at all. I still havenât even called Fiona.â
âThereâs no rush. I think you need some time to absorb all of this. Give yourself that time.â
He was right. But the longer I delayed speaking to Andrewâs daughter, the longer all of this would be hanging over my head, and I verbalized this to Worth.
He nodded as he let go of my hand and sat back in his chair. âDo you honestly think that once you sign those documents that will be the end of it?â
Chalk up another trait I liked about Worth. He had a way of saying something that enabled me to face the truth; this very thought had been running through my mind for two days.
I blew out a breath of air. âI had hoped it would.â
âHave you given any thought to the fact that Fiona might want to meet you? Might want to meet her half brothers?â
I had, and that was when I would push the situation from my mind.
âYes, but Iâve tried not to think about it. Because I honestly donât know how I feel about this or what I would tell her.â
âExactly. This is why Iâm saying you need time. Time to set everything right in your mind.â He paused for a moment, putting his hand on top of mine. âAnd donât take this the wrong wayâbut the attorney is right. No matter what, Fiona isnât to be blamed for any of this.â
13
I woke on Sunday morning with the sun streaming through my windows. I stretched and glanced at the bedside clock. Seven-thirty. Later than I normally slept, but I knew that stress easily caused fatigue. I recalled Worthâs invitation from Friday evening when he brought me home and felt a smile cross my face. He had asked if Iâd like to take a drive with him later this morning to return his car to his home, and intelligent woman that I am, of course I accepted.
Walking into the kitchen, I was greeted by Oliver.
âGood morning, fella,â I said as I stroked his ears and headed to the coffeepot. I saw my mother sitting on the patio, poured myself a mug, and joined her.
âGood morning,â she said, folding up the newspaper she had been reading. âHow are you this morning?â
âGood.â I inhaled the wonderful scent of salt air on the breeze. âWhat are your plans for today?â
âSince youâll be gone, I accepted Maudeâs invitation to lunch.â
âOh, good. Be sure to tell her I said hello.â I heard the phone inside the house ring. âIâll get it.â
I answered to hear my younger sonâs voice. âJohn, how are you? Howâs everything in Beantown?â
His laughter came across the line. âIâm good, and so is Boston. Howâre you doing?â
âFairly well,â I said, trying not to feel guilty for not sharing the news I now had. âSo whatâs up? Your job is going well?â
âIt is. The leaves are beginning to turn up here now. I think Iâm going to like New England in autumn.â
Having been raised in the South, I could understand that. âWell, I hope youâll like it just as much once that snow starts falling.â
John laughed again. âOh, I donât think Iâll mind. Listen, Mom, the main reason Iâm calling . . .â
I could hear the hesitation in his voice. âAre you okay?â Why is it when an adult child sounds nervous, a mom always thinks a terrible tragedy is about to befall him?
âOh, yeah, yeah. Iâm fine,â he quickly reassured me. âItâs just that . . . I hope you wonât mind, but I wonât be coming home for Thanksgiving this year.â
âOh,â was all I could manage to say.
âYeah, well, we only get the Friday off with the weekend, so a bunch of my friends thought
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