I carry my fiancée to our bed, lay her down, cover her up, and give her some of the pain meds Spencer prescribed for her wrist. I sit with her until she falls asleep. I leave the bedroom door cracked just in case she needs me. Before I’m at the end of the hall, there’s a quiet knock at the door. I quicken my steps before it wakes up Savvy.
I open the door and find Max. I thought we had hashed everything out at the hospital. I open the door farther and look for Chloe. I know Max won’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon. Max points to the curb. Chloe is sitting in the passenger seat of her car and she gives me a little wave.
“Max, come on in. Is there something else you needed from me? Savvy’s sleeping, but I can call you when she wakes up if you have questions for your investigation,” I tell him, inviting him in.
He takes a step forward onto the threshold, but doesn’t come in so he can keep an eye on Chloe in the car. “No, it’s not that. Savvy won’t need to be questioned. I have everything I need. I didn’t want to go into the details about Reno in front of Savvy at the hospital. I feel like I owe you an explanation and an apology,” he says.
“You don’t owe me anything. Savvy’s good with it, so am I,” I tell him.
“I’ve been calling in a lot of markers lately. I called in another one for Reno. I’ve been doing my research about Reno, and it turns out Savvy isn’t the only woman he’s done this to. He’d been arrested for domestic violence several times before he met Savvy. He’d even taken off with another woman’s belongings before, too. I have several women who are willing to press charges. I have enough on him to send him to prison for the rest of his life, without even involving Savvy,” he says.
“If I know Savvy, she’ll want to be a part of putting him away, and I think it’s good closure for her to do just that,” I tell him.
He nods at me with understanding. If anyone understands the necessary closure needed, it’s definitely Max. “That was the explanation. Now for the apology,” he starts.
“You don’t owe me an apology. Everything worked out, no one got seriously hurt. Reno, Len, and Ray are where they belong, and if you say they’ll never see the light of day again, I believe you,” I tell him.
“I’ve made very few mistakes in my life. The biggest was when I broke up with Chloe and hurt her. I didn’t live until I made it right. I have to make this right. I need you to let me make this right. I dropped the ball when I didn’t follow up on Len and Ray, and again with the live surveillance feed going down. I’ll never make that mistake again. If there’s anything I can do for you, just name it,” he says, pained.
“Actually, there is something you can do for me,” I tell him.
“Name it,” he replies.
After talking with Max and telling him what I need, I feel better than ever and I hope that he can help me. I watch at the door as he gets back in his vehicle. Chloe gives me a wave, then I close and lock the front door. I walk back to our bedroom, get into bed with Savvy, and fall asleep holding what I feared I had lost.
The next morning, still holding Savvy, we’re woken up to the sound of someone banging on the front door.
“Don’t get up. I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” I tell her and kiss her on the cheek.
I open the front door to a sea of people, and the entire Wellington clan barges in.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Savvy needs rest, not the crazy family bunch,” I say, trying to stop them.
Savvy walks into the kitchen where everyone is gathering with a huge smile on her face.
Asher sets Aaron down, then takes an armload of food from Willow and sets it on the counter. Abbey is only a few steps behind Willow carrying a gallon of orange juice. Kyle sets Noah down and he runs off with Abbey. Amelia sets down several brown paper bags on the adjoining counter. Shay hands Makayla a bouquet of flowers, instructing her to give them to Savvy. Micah joins in the chase with Noah and Abbey. Adrian has little Sammy in a baby carrier and he sets him off to the side out of the way from the little ones racing around. He shakes Asher’s hand and claps him on the back. Samantha bends down and removes a sleeping Sammy and cradles him in her arms.
Max and Chloe walk in the kitchen. His eyes come to mine and he gives me a nod. Chloe goes straight to Savvy and gives her a hug. Jax, Ava, Quinn, Sky, and Hope all come in carrying armloads of bags and trays. Hope joins in the chase that’s going around the family room. Sky walks over to Savvy and looks at her cast.
“Sweet cast. Can I sign it?” Sky asks.
“Sure you can. Everyone can sign it,” she says, handing her a pen.
“What’s this?” Willow asks, looking at her cast.
“Aiden asked me to marry him, I said yes!” she squeals holding up her cast bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“You asked her to marry you on her cast?” Adrian asks.
“How romantic,” Amelia says, pushing Adrian on the arm.
She gives Savvy a hug, then signs her cast.
Everyone signs her cast, even little Sammy. Well, Samantha held his little hand while she signed it for him. Jax prepared breakfast at his house and unpacks about ten huge heavy duty aluminum trays.
My house is loud and filled with family. With the smile on Savvy’s face, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Savvy is busy talking to the women about wedding plans and some of the men are chasing around children, when Max walks up to me with a thick manila envelope.
“You’re going to like what I found. Everything you need is in there. Chloe and I took a look at it before we came over here. Congratulations on the engagement! I know how happy you are. I wish you and Savvy the same kind of love I share with Chloe,” he says, holding out his hand. I shake his hand and he brings me in for a bro hug. “Look at this in private and decide for yourself if it’s right,” he continues.
“What do you think?” I ask. I know he was faced with some tough decisions, not that long ago. I honestly value his opinion.
“If she were my woman, no question, I’d do it,” he says, then walks back over to Chloe.
Chloe looks at me with a nod and a smile. I take the envelope into the bedroom and look at what’s inside. Now I understand why Max had no doubts about it. I put the envelope in my briefcase for the time being and join my family in the kitchen.
Breakfast, which turned into brunch, has worn Savvy out.
“Alright, I love you all, but grab your crazy munchkins and get out of our house. Savvy needs to rest,” I tell them.
“I’m totally fine,” Savvy says. “You all don’t have to go.”
Samantha, who just finished cleaning the kitchen, winks at me and says, “Aiden’s right, everyone out.”
Everyone gives Savvy a hug and a kiss goodbye. I get handshakes and hugs in congratulations on our engagement. Finally, everyone is out of our house.
“Really, I’m not tired at all. You didn’t need to kick everyone out. Your family is the bomb dot com for coming over like that,” she says.
“They’re your family now too, and I have somewhere I want to take you,” I tell her, taking her right hand in mine.
“Really, you’re not going to be the rest police?” she asks curiously.
“I know better than to try and keep you down. I’m lucky I got you in bed last night to rest,” I tell her honestly. Living with this woman is like living inside a tornado. “Let’s go,” I tell her.
I grab the envelope out of my briefcase, then lead her out to my car.
“Where are we going?” she asks, once we’re on the freeway.
I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, then smile at her. After a quick fifteen minute drive, I pull off the freeway. Her eyes go to the familiar building and she starts to get nervous.
“Aiden I don’t want to be here,” she says scared.
I take her hand, “Trust me. I said last night I wouldn’t let anything or anyone ever hurt you again and I mean that. You’ll want to see this.”
Savvy
I heard Aiden talking to Max last night, I knew h
e was up to something, but this was the furthest from my mind. We get off the freeway in my old neighborhood. I’m embarrassed for Aiden to even see it. Two rights and a left and we’ll be back where I never want to be again. Two rights and a left, I swore I’d never step foot in that house again.
“Aiden, please take me back home,” I beg.
His hand comes to my leg and gives me a squeeze, then travels up my leg to my hand. He laces his fingers in my exposed fingers, then rests his hand gently on my cast. Two rights and a left, I could never forget. Two rights and a left, my heart sinks in my stomach.
He takes the first right, and the panic starts to creep up the back of my throat. But he doesn’t take the second right. He turns left instead and drives toward town and the local businesses. Instant relief and a huge weight lift from my chest. It’s quickly replaced with more fear. Why are we going into town?
“Aiden, I don’t want to see her,” I plead.
“We’re not seeing anyone, I promise. We’re almost there,” he says, squeezing my fingers.
He turns the car into a storage facility. I’m confused. Why does Aiden have a storage unit in the town that I grew up in? He rolls down his window, then punches in a code on the keypad. The large, black gate slowly rolls to the right. He drives forward, then glances at the front of the envelope he took with him from the house. Then he looks at the large numbers painted on the side of the brick rows. He slowly drives down a row and stops in front of space three twenty-two. He turns off the engine, reaches into the manila envelope, and takes out a key. He turns to me and holds it up between us.
“Open the storage locker,” he says.
“Aiden, I don’t want to,” I tell him scared.
“We’ll do it together, side by side,” he says, grabs the envelope and gets out of the car.
He walks around to my door and opens it. His hand appears in my vision. A large truck pulls up behind us and stops. The driver gets out of the truck and walks over to Aiden. He hands him the keys and shakes his hand. Then he leaves on foot.
Aiden’s face fills my vision.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
All I can do is nod my head yes, because I unequivocally do. His hand is back and I reluctantly put mine in his. He helps me out of the car, then we walk over to the storage unit. He hands me the key, then flips the padlock upwards and holds it steady for me. I take a deep breath, put the key in the lock and turn it. Aiden takes off the lock and with a big pull he rolls up the heavy metal door.
It’s instant recognition. My eyes fill with tears. I’m seven years old again, standing in my house with my mother. I can see it as clear as day, all of our furniture and pictures hanging on the wall in the family room. I can hear my mother singing in the kitchen as I sit at the table coloring, the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven invade my senses. “Go wash up for dinner, Savvy girl,” I hear her say. Her voice, oh her voice. I’ve missed it so much. I take my crayons and coloring book and bring it to my room. I see my pretty pink canopy bed, the dresser with large orange flowers stuck on each drawer. My shelves are filled with books and dolls. I see everything I loved so much and never saw again once I moved into Aunt Molly’s house. It’s all here. Everything I remember that was happy in my childhood is in this storage locker. Memories, sights, sounds, smells, they all play in my mind in vivid color like they’ve been waiting for me to open this door.
Confusion, sadness, and a million other emotions crowd my brain. Aiden squeezes my right hand and wipes tears from my cheeks that I didn’t even know were there. He lets go of my hand and reaches in the large envelope. He hands me a letter. I shake my head no. I can’t bear to read it. It’s all too much, it’s just too painful. He takes it out of the envelope and hands me the paper. I look up into his eyes and wish a million times over that I didn’t have to take it. He gives me a small kind smile and I take it, knowing how much I trust Aiden. I take a deep breath and open the letter. Aiden stands behind me, gently puts his hands on my shoulders, then wraps an arm around my upper chest, pulling me back into his body. The first thing I do is look at the handwriting. I know my aunt’s handwriting, I could never forget it. She used to leave me lists of chores to do while she was gone at work. This isn’t her handwriting. Aunt Molly’s handwriting is hard and angry looking. This writing is kind with a whimsical slant.
Savvy,
You may not remember me. I used to live next door to your aunt Molly. My name is Beth. I didn’t really know you or your aunt; she pretty much kept to herself. I was shocked when she died eight years ago and I received notice that she left specific instructions to me in her will with what to do with her belongings. It was a strange request, but I felt compelled to abide by her dying wishes. She instructed that her house and all her belongings be auctioned off and donated to ALS research, which I’m happy to say there was a very large contribution made in your mother’s name. She left me specific instructions and the key to this storage unit. I have to tell you many times I felt like I should have contacted you sooner. Molly prepaid for this unit for ten years. After the ten years, on your thirty-seventh birthday, I was to contact you and give you the key. I’ve never looked inside the unit. I still live in the house next door to where you used to live, if you have any questions I’d be happy to answer them. When I saw your friend Max pull up to the house, I knew exactly why he was there. After listening to what he said, I hope this unit brings you answers and comfort.
Beth
I fold the letter, then look back up at all of my childhood memories. Why would my aunt do this? Why did she have everything but keep it from me? When she moved me into her house, I was given none of my belongings. Not my pretty bed or any of my pretty dolls. I was young and I just didn’t understand. If my aunt died eight years ago I would have been twenty-seven. That means ten years after that would make me thirty-seven. That’s two years from now. My ears tingle as the significance of the number thirty-seven hits me. That’s how old my mother was when she died. How can someone be so cruel and twisted?
Aiden is still holding me tight as the memories in front of my eyes get blurry with my tears. All the memories I thought I had forgotten, that I thought were lost forever, come back to me in a rush. From dancing on my mother’s toes in our kitchen, to helping her garden in the back yard, to the way she used to tuck me in at night. Oh my God, my mother’s garden, I remember it, it’s all coming back.
“Orange tiger lilies,” I whisper.
She used to line the edge of the grass with flower beds of orange tiger lilies. It’s my favorite flower and I had forgotten why. They were my mother’s favorite flower, too. A lifetime of ‘I can dream, can’t I’ took over everything that was happy and good in my memories. As I look around the unit, the good ones flood back to me and fill me with so much joy, that not even the darkest of nights could diminish my smile. That’s what Aiden was waiting for, my smile. He squeezes me tight. I can feel his lips turn up into a smile at my ear.
“Yo, let’s get the truck loaded,” Max says, behind us.
I turn in Aiden’s arms and look into his eyes. We’re taking all of this home? He nods his head at my unspoken question and I jump in his arms. Chloe comes to my side and puts her hand on one arm, while Amelia puts her hand on my other.
“Yo, broken wing. Get down so Aiden can help us, so we can get this stuff back to your house,” Asher says with a smile.
“Don’t say that,” Max says.
“Don’t say what?” Asher asks confused.
“Don’t say, yo. That’s my line,” Max says. “You’re not cool enough to say, yo,” Max replies.
“Dude, I’ll show you cool,” Asher says, rolling up his shirt.
I shake my head at the boys, as Aiden sets me on my feet. Everyone gets to work loading all of the boxes and furniture into the truck that had pulled behind his car when we first got here. I was so caught up in all the memories, I didn’t hear anyone back the truck up to the door.
It only takes about forty-five min
utes for everyone to load the truck. Max gets behind the wheel of the truck and drives away, and everyone else follows behind him. It’s ironic the feeling in this unit now. It’s empty and void of the memories, just like I felt every year after my mother passed away. Each year another memory would slip away. Her smell, her smile, her voice, all became harder to hold onto, but they were always there.
“There’s one more letter in the envelope. I didn’t read it and I’m not sure if you want to see it or not, it’s from your Aunt Molly,” he says, holding out another envelope.
Loud, wailing sirens of anger fill my ears. Part of me wants to rip the letter to shreds and leave it in the unit. She’s done nothing but make sure my life was a living hell, even after she died. If she wants to offer some pitiful lame excuse in the form of a letter to rest her soul, she has another thing coming. Then another memory flashes in my vision. One I had totally forgotten. I remember how close my mother was to her sister. I remember happy times where my aunt would sit with us and we’d play. Aunt Molly used to sit for hours in the sandbox in the backyard and play with me. She used to tell me I looked just like my mother, that we had the same hair, the same smile, and yes, just like Aiden said, she used to tell me we have the same eyes. She said she could see my mother in my eyes.
I don’t understand my aunt’s reasons for why she treated me like she did. I can’t fathom losing a sister. Can grief make you do things as heinous and despicable to the daughter of someone you loved so deeply? If looking into my eyes made her think of her sister, wouldn’t you think she would have loved me? If, God forbid, Aiden was taken from me, I could never disown his family out of pure sadness or anger. If anything, I’d want to pull them closer and never let them go. I’d want to hold onto any piece of him that I could get. Because even living with an extension of Aiden would lessen the hurt. Instead, my aunt locked it all away and treated the only person that reminded her of her beloved sister like dog shit.
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