With a sigh, she put her phone down on the coffee table and sank back into the couch. Scenarios of what could’ve happened ran through her head, each one worse than the one before. No, she told herself. Jason was fine. He hit ignore on his phone. She couldn't think of a reason for him to be mad. Jason had very little anger in that brain of his - at least these days. A deep resentment had controlled his life many years ago, but that had long since disappeared. He was one of the calmest, most logical people she knew. And anger was illogical … at least, that's what he always said.
Maggie had only seen him truly angry once - when a guy in his bar couldn't keep his hands off Michaela. That was when Maggie knew Jason was going to fall for that girl. It had already started, and they barely knew each other at that point.
He’d been hurt a lot in his life, but he was one of the few people she knew who could channel that into something other than anger and hate. She envied that in him. For so long, she’d hated both Jake and her father. It consumed her, leaving her only with regret.
Her father was dead. She’d loved him in spite of everything he’d done to her. But she also hated him. When someone dies, it isn't the hate that stays with you, it's the love. That's what creates grief. They’re no longer with you and you wish more than anything for just one more conversation.
Maybe if she hadn't completely forsaken him, she would’ve been there when he got sober. She would’ve been able to talk to him and know if he ever loved her. That was a question she knew she'd never know the answer to. Was it the alcohol that made him cruel, or had she really meant nothing to him?
Her phone vibrated against the table, and Maggie squeezed her eyes shut when she saw Michaela's name on the screen. She picked it up slowly, answered it, and held it to her ear, afraid she’d hear that something had happened to Jason.
"Maggie," Michaela said, her voice clipped.
"Is Jason okay?" she asked.
"He's fine, just busy."
"You guys had me worried."
"Listen, something came up last minute on a case, and it’s all hands on deck. I have Kimberly today, and I don't want her to have to come to the office again. Can you come get her?"
"No problem." Maggie was about to ask something about Jason, but Michaela cut her off.
"Just meet me at the bar." She hung up without another word.
Maggie sighed. Something was definitely going on. Michaela probably wouldn't have even called her if she hadn't been desperate. She was only a volunteer at Legal Services while she finished her law degree, but she was dedicated. She loved the work she was doing, and there were a lot of kids that needed help. Kids like Kimberly.
"Was that Jason?" Elijah asked, striding out of the bathroom. His hair was still damp from the shower and, as he got closer, she could smell the mint from his shampoo. He wore cut-up jeans and a paint-stained T-shirt.
Maggie rose from the couch and crossed the room to him. "It was Michaela," she said, giving him a quick kiss. She couldn't resist when he smelled so good. "Something is up, though."
He nodded absently, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, but didn't say anything.
Maggie cocked her head, eyes narrowed, and watched him. He wouldn't meet her gaze. "What do you know?" she asked.
"What? Nothing." He removed his hands from her and stepped back. "A few of the guys from the remodeling crew I work with are waiting on me at the house. They're helping me out on their day off, so I really should get going."
"Fine." Maggie walked towards the door and grabbed her keys angrily. "I have to go to. But we are not done with this conversation."
With that, she stormed out without looking back. There was something these boys weren't telling her, and she was going to figure out what it was.
Fifteen
Her irritation only got worse the closer she got to Jason's. She had to park a block away, which gave her plenty of time to think of what to say as she walked down the crowded street. She hated this part of the city because there were so many damned people everywhere. They had no qualms about bumping into you and didn't bother getting out of her way even though she was obviously ready to explode. A suit-clad man cut in front of her and she stopped, clenching her fists at her sides. When he finally moved, she kept going.
Jason's was closed, but the front door was unlocked when Maggie yanked it open. Michaela glanced up from the table she was sitting at and a blank look crossed her face. Maggie didn't have time to dwell on it because a little girl was barreling right towards her.
"Maggie!" Kimberly threw her arms around Maggie's waist and Maggie hugged her back.
She bent down to look in the sweet girl’s face. Behind the smile there was a sadness that Maggie found so familiar. It was one of the reasons she felt so much for this girl. She reminded her of herself. She deserved better.
"I'm bored," Kimberly whispered in that way that children do. It was loud and audible to anyone in the near vicinity, but she didn't know that. That's what mattered.
"Jason isn't hanging out with you today?" Maggie felt a little bad for shamelessly pumping the girl for information.
"No, he went out." Kimberly's bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I don't want him to anyways. He's sooooo grumpy today."
"He's just tired, Kimberly," Michaela said, appearing beside her. She set her hand on the girls shoulder.
Maggie straightened up. Michaela was dressed smartly in a tight black skirt and deep blue blouse. Her auburn hair was tied back from her face but draped over one shoulder. It was a simple look that fit her.
"What's going on, Michaela?" Maggie asked.
"Hey, Kimberly, why don't you go eat your bagel?" Michaela pointed to the table where a plain, white bag sat unopened.
"Can I have the cinnamon crunch?" The girl’s voice rose in excitement.
"Of course you can." She smiled as Kimberly half ran, half skipped away, and then turned back to Maggie. The smile fell from her face.
"Why is my cousin suddenly avoiding me?" Maggie put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chin. She knew Michaela had to get to work, but she wasn't leaving without answers.
"Look," Michaela started, "I'm not going to pretend I know anything about your family. Jason’s told me what he could, but he doesn't know much either." She walked back towards the table to dig in her purse and then came back, holding out an envelope. "He wanted me to give you this."
Maggie took it out of her hands and held it like it could burn her at any moment. She recognized the handwriting that spelled out her name. It had been seared into her mind when Jake first tried to give it to her. Her eyes went from the letter to Michaela and then back again.
"This is -” she started, a lump forming in her throat.
"Jake gave it to Jason to hold on to for you."
"I ..." she tried to say something, anything, but the words never passed her lips. She was no longer thinking about what could possibly be wrong with Jason, or that it could have something to do with the letter. Her mind couldn't process anything in that moment.
The only thing she was thinking about was the man that had failed her in every way possible. But was this letter from that man? He’d been sober for two years when he wrote it. She held it close to her chest. Maybe it was a piece of the father she had always wished she had.
Michaela was looking at her with a peculiar expression, and she knew her eyes were getting glassy. Blinking away any oncoming tears, Maggie stuffed the envelope in the back pocket of her jeans. She needed to be alone to read it, so it'd have to wait until tonight.
"Thank you," she said.
"I wouldn't thank anyone until you read it." Michaela walked back to the table to put her laptop in her bag.
She had to get going, so she ushered Maggie and Kimberly out of the bar and locked the door behind them.
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"Are we going to help Jah?" Kimberly asked as they drove.
Maggie couldn't help the smile that came to her lips at the sound of the nickname. She decided she wouldn't wor
ry about the letter until later. When Jake first tried to give it to her, she was adamant about not wanting it. She wasn't so sure anymore.
"Not today," she finally answered. Elijah didn't need them at the house distracting him. He had friends helping him all day that actually knew what they were doing. They'd get a lot more done if they were uninterrupted. "I thought we'd go see your grandma."
"Really?"
"Yes," Maggie laughed. "Really."
It was a short drive to the hospital and they parked in the garage. Maggie took Kimberly's hand, and the kid practically dragged her through the halls. Apparently she wasn't going fast enough.
There seemed to be more machines in the room than the last time they were there. Everyone who’d been taking care of Kimberly had tried to bring her to the hospital as much as they could, but it wasn't enough.
The elderly woman opened her eyes when they entered the room and looked disoriented for a moment before her eyes landed on Kimberly.
"Gram," the young girl squeaked. She looked frightened until her grandma smiled at her. She tried to rush towards the bed, but Maggie held her back.
"Slowly," she said, releasing Kimberly.
The girl heeded the warning and inched towards the bed.
"Hi, sweetie," her grandma said. "I've missed you." She reached out and Maggie could tell it took all her strength to lift her arm to touch her granddaughter’s cheek.
Feeling like she was intruding on a family moment, Maggie started to move towards the door. "I'll give you two some time."
Kimberly's grandma looked at her gratefully and then shifted her eyes back to the child as Maggie left.
She turned right out of the room and started down the hallway. It was a busy place during the day, a place that no one wanted to be. She passed a man in a hospital gown who was ambling along slowly, pushing his IV stand, and rounded the corner into the waiting room.
Maggie wanted Kimberly to be able to spend some time with her grandmother because she knew time was running short. Sitting down in the sturdy hospital furniture amongst the sterile, white walls made her think of her father. She still didn't know much about his final weeks, but she imagined they took place in a hospital very much like this one. Had anyone been there for him? Had her stepmother left him before he got sick, or after? Had she sat in the waiting room amongst strangers, listening to the hum of the vending machine, waiting for news? Had anyone?
The letter was burning a hole in her back pocket. She’d been able to forget about it when Kimberly was with her. Now, alone, the questions were taking over her mind. Would it change how she felt about her father? Would she even recognize the man who wrote it? She’d managed to hold on to a shred of love for her father by convincing herself that the alcohol was to blame for everything. He’d had a problem. She was terrified that she'd find out that it was just him the whole time. That her father really was as cruel as she remembered.
Reaching back, she took hold of the edge of the envelope and pulled it free. Her hands shook as she held it in front of her and unfolded it. She circled her thumb over her name and imagined her father scribbling it across the front. She was sixteen when things got so bad that she moved out. What could he possibly have to say that could ease the hurt that she’d carried with her for so long?
"Maggie Marks?" A voice came from the doorway.
Maggie quickly swiped a hand across her eye, wiping away the tear that was threatening to break free, and stuffed the envelope back into her pocket.
She looked up into the expectant face of a plump, middle-aged woman.
"Are you Maggie Marks?" the woman asked.
"Yeah," Maggie finally said. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?"
The woman walked forward, her heels clicking against the tile floor. "May I sit?"
Maggie nodded.
The woman took the seat next to her, her slacks bunching as she crossed her legs. She regarded Maggie with bright eyes and a kind smile. "My name is Bethany Iten. I'm the social worker who’s been assigned to Kimberly's case."
Maggie immediately sat up straighter and met the woman's gaze, a protectiveness for Kimberly overwhelming her. She narrowed her eyes, ready to go on the defensive.
Bethany held up her hands as if she already knew what Maggie was thinking. "I'm just here to check on her and ask a few questions."
Maggie relaxed back into her seat and let out a long breath. "What can I tell you, Ms. Iten?"
"Bethany, please," she said. "I hope you don't mind if I call you Maggie."
"That's fine."
"Well, Maggie, I know quite a bit about Kimberly's situation. I hope you know that it’s quite unusual for us to allow her to stay in the care of non-family members who have very little connection to her."
"We have very strong connections to her," Maggie retorted.
"I didn't mean any offense. It's just that you’re very lucky to have Melissa on your side. I’ve worked with her on many cases, but have never seen her take such responsibility for a child. She convinced me that the girls who work for her," she paused to look down at her notes, "Michaela and Katie are more than capable of caring for the child."
"They are."
"And you as well." She looked at her notes again. "She seems happy."
"I think she is."
"Well, happy and healthy are the goals. And she says she wants to stay. I’ve been keeping tabs on her through Melissa. I’m told her grandmother doesn't have long."
"No, she doesn't." Maggie looked down at her lap as the thought hit her.
"Well, I just wanted to check in since I heard you were here." Bethany stood and turned towards the door.
"Bethany," Maggie raised her eyes as the other woman turned.
"Yes?"
"When her grandma dies, what happens then? To Kimberly, I mean?"
Bethany took her seat once again and spoke quietly. "I find her a permanent home."
"Adoption?"
"That's the hope."
"But that's a long shot for a kid her age, isn't it? She'll more likely go into foster care."
"Probably, yes. At least for a time."
There it was again, the image that would forever be burned into her brain. Jason sitting alone in the hospital before being escorted off, but then Jason’s face turned into Kimberly’s in her mind.
"Thank you," Maggie said in a shaky voice as Bethany gave her one more sad look and then left her to think.
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"You're in a good mood, dude," Elijah's friend John said, elbowing him as they stood watching the delivery men carrying the mattress up the stairs.
"Must be the girl," Patrick chirped.
"Shut it, you two," Elijah scowled.
"Hey, man," Tito piped up. "We're here helping with your house, least we can do is give you endless shit."
Elijah didn't respond. They’d been ragging on him all day, but they were there on their day off, so he let it go. Plus, they weren't wrong. He was in a good mood. He and Maggie argued this morning, but he didn't mind. He actually liked that side of her. She always thought she was right and stood her ground, even when she was wrong. But he still couldn't wipe the smile off his face. His Maggie. She was his. About damn time. Jake had never been good enough. Now, he could show her what she deserved. And today was one more step in doing just that.
Elijah knew Maggie better than she knew herself. He could see what she was going to do even before she did. He knew what she needed.
Out of that knowledge, this surprise was born.
The house still had a long way to go. It was going to be a while before it was fully functional. With only one bedroom anywhere near done, it wasn't quite livable. That was what they were working on today. A group of guys that Elijah worked remodels with were there to help, and it went a lot faster when everyone knew what they were doing.
The room had already been painted and carpeted. Maggie actually helped paint, but she didn't know what room she was actually painting. The furniture was being delivered. They were working on
putting in custom shelves and a custom closet as well as hanging pictures and lights. It was turning out pretty great. Elijah hoped it would help Maggie realize what she needed to do. He also wanted it to show her that he was there for her no matter what she decided. He wasn't going anywhere. It was a big step.
They hadn't actually been together for long, but it felt like their entire lives had been leading to this. It felt right. He knew that from the moment he kissed her. She’d always been it for him.
"If she doesn't love you for this, Elijah, I will," Patrick laughed.
"Your wife might have something to say about that," Elijah clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder and moved past him, up the stairs.
"Yeah," John shrugged, "Even Maggie will love it."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Elijah turn and glared.
"It's just that we've watched you moon over her for years, never having the balls to tell her how you feel," he explained. "She's a tough one."
"Don't I know it." Elijah walked into the room where the bed had been left and they immediately started putting it together. It was the last piece. He lifted his eyes and did a sweep of the room. It was perfect. Maggie would love it. Or … she’d hate it. He didn't know. But what he did know was that it was what she needed. Now he only had to keep her away from the house until it was time to show her. He didn't know how long that would be.
She only had a little bit of time left before school started up again, so it shouldn't be that hard. She'd be busy over the next couple weeks.
If Jason came over, he'd just keep the room locked. Not like he would come. Elijah still hadn't heard from him, but he trusted Maggie to figure out what was going on with her cousin. He decided not to worry about it.
"Can't let my wife come here," Patrick said, straightening up out of his crouch and stretching. "She'll want me to do this in our house."
"Thank you guys for helping out," Elijah looked at each of them. "I know you had better things you could have spent your day off doing."
"Glad to help, man," John punched him lightly in the shoulder. "What you're doing is a good thing, for more than just Maggie."
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