As she got off the bike and looked out over the gray sandy beach, with its mounds of silvered driftwood tangled along the shore, she was assailed by memories.
She locked her bike into the rack and then moved past the driftwood, remembering the first time Zach had told her he loved her. They’d been right there …
She walked down to the pebbled beach. Here, the stones were polished to glassy perfection by the waves. Counting the houses, she knew when she reached her destination.
There it was: the old Tamarind cabin. There had been a party here once, back in her junior year of high school. Jude had never found out about that one.
Tall cedar trees ran in a thick line along one side of the property. To their right, on the lot next door, she saw a colorful plastic castle/playhouse, complete with a pointed gray turret and bright pink pennant. Beside it, perched like a baby bird at the end of the grayed deck, sat a little girl dressed in yellow. She was talking to her wrist again.
Lexi approached her daughter slowly, taking care to stay hidden by the trees. The last thing she wanted was for Zach to come storming out of the house like a Nazgul, telling her to get the hell away from his daughter.
Really, all Lexi wanted was to make sure that Grace was happy. Everything could go on as planned as long as Grace was happy.
She started to say, “Hey,” but her voice caught. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Hey, Grace. ”
“I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers. ”
“I’m not a stranger, Gracie. I’ve known you all your life. ”
“Oh. ” Grace cocked her face to the right, studying Lexi. Her lips pursed. “I saw you at school. ”
“Yes. ” It took everything Lexi had inside of her just to stand there. She wanted to fling herself at Grace and hold her in her arms and beg for forgiveness. Still, she took care to stand in the shade of the trees, out of the house’s view.
“You waved. How come?”
Lexi took a step closer. Her heart was taking flight. “I knew you when you were a baby. ”
“Do you know my daddy?”
She nodded.
Grace’s face scrunched up. “Prove it. ”
“Does he still like chocolate-chip-mint ice cream and hate anything that looks like a comb?”
Grace giggled and immediately covered her mouth to stifle the sound. “Nana says his hair looks like a beetle, which is funny cuz beetles are gross. Especially the ones who live on poop. ”
Lexi battled a smile. “Can I stand by you?”
“Sure. ”
Lexi moved closer, stood beside a huge tree. “How come you’re out here all alone?”
Grace’s little face drooped. “My daddy is gone. Again. Nana’s in the kitchen. ”
“Does your grandma still dance while she cooks?”
Grace frowned up at her. “She hates me. ”
“Your Grandma Jude hates you?”
“I look like her. ”
A chill crept down Lexi’s spine. “Her?”
“Daddy’s dead sister. That’s why Nana never looks at me. I’m not s’posed to know that, but I do. ”
“Really?”