Page 141 of The Way We Collide

I don’t speak. Doing the right thing doesn’t require a response.

“As for your mother…” He pauses, then continues at a slower pace. “I didn’t defend you when you were young. I’m sorry.”

A fountain trickles somewhere nearby. I watch a line of pelicans glide smoothly over the water in aVformation.

Lifting my chin, I look up at him. “Why didn’t you? Did you think she was right?”

“Occasionally, you needed correction, but I thought you were a very beautiful, very smart, and very talented young woman.”

“So why didn’t you help me?” It’s a cracked whisper.

He puts a hand on his chest, looking down at his expensive shoes. “I didn’t know anything about children. Your mother seemed very sure of herself… and she was your mother.”

“That didn’t make it right.”

“No, it didn’t.” His voice is quiet. “Perhaps one day, you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.”

The knot is still in my throat, but I force a nod. “I don’t want to be angry with you, but… I think I need a little time.”

“I understand.” He takes a step down from the platform. “I’ll be heading back to my hotel, then I’m leaving in the morning. I placed a gift for Hayden on the table.”

“Thank you.”

Pausing one more time, he looks back at me. “I like your husband very much. He’s a good man.”

“Yes, he is.”

“He won’t make the same mistakes I did.”

With that, he continues swiftly down the flagstone path in the direction of the exit.

“No, he won’t,” I say under my breath.

The briny breeze touches my cheek. I remember an old saying about salt water and healing…sweat, tears, and the sea. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself… So many mantras. I know them all.

Inhaling a cleansing breath, I know what to do. Healingwill come, and I’m starting at a far better place this time. I have a sweet baby girl and a very good man—and a party to attend.

When I get to the patio, Kimmie is holding a stuffed pink turtle for Gina and a purple one for Haddy.

“They’re your new cooters,” she announces, and I duck with a snort.

I happen to know acooteris aturtle, but it’s still hilarious to hear a six-year-old say it so casually. Haddy pushes Axel at her and squeals.

“Axel can be friends with your cooter,” Kimmie says, trying to tuck the turtle under her baby cousin’s arm. “Tell her, Eddie!”

Edward’s brow furrows, and he looks around the decorated patio. “It’s probably not a good idea to have so many balloons in a yard full of newborn kittens.” Edward’s logical tone reminds me of Mr. Spock from the oldStar Trekmovies.

He’s got the dispassionate delivery on lock.

“Hey, man, want to head back to the restaurant?” Austin calls as he jogs up to them. “Sadie’s bringing Oliver, and we’re going to play some pool.”

“Aussie!” Kimmie stands, going over to take his hand. “Come with me. Daddy said I could get in the pool if you or Edward would swim with me.”

“I’m not swimming, KJ, and Edward’s coming with me. Get Miss Dylan to swim with you.”

“Aunt Deedee has to peel peppers for tomorrow’s Dare Night, and she doesn’t have time to wash her hair.” Kimmie all but stomps her foot, but Austin isn’t swayed. “Then get Uncle Grizz to swim with you. He’ll do it.”

“Aussie, I want you,” she whines, holding his hand in both of hers and shaking it. “I can’t watch the babies and swim!”

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