A Daughter's Trust
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“Hello?”
“People change,” she said simply.
Back in his bedroom, Rick returned to study the city he loved. Fog and all. “Sue?”
“Yeah. Is it too late? I meant to call earlier, but by the time my folks left, William was up again and a little fussy with his ten o’clock feeding. But I can call back another time—”
“No!” He sat on the edge of the love seat, his arms on his knees. She was calling him at ten o’clock at night when she could have waited until morning if the call were purely professional. Had she been thinking about him as much as he’d been thinking about her? “Now’s fine.”
“I won’t keep you. I was out of line this afternoon and I apologize.”
“Out of line how?”
“When I didn’t like what you had to say, I was rude. I’m sorry.”
“You sound tired.”
“It’s been a long day.” And then, before he could respond, she added, “A long couple of weeks.”
Definely not a professional call.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
He barely knew the woman. But asking the question seemed natural.
“Not really.” Her chuckle lacked humor. “It’s just that sometimes life doesn’t make a lot of sense, you know?”
More like most times. “Yeah.”
“I found out earlier this week, at the reading of my grandmother’s will, that the man I thought was my maternal grandfather by adoption, was actually my biological grandfather.”
Rick’s heart rate sped up. The conversation had just become personal. Between him and her.
“You lost your grandmother?”
Her pause was telling. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
The darkness surrounding him was more companion than demon at the moment.
“Were you close to her?”
“Very. You see, the thing is, I don’t get close to people. I tend to get cramped. To suffocate if anyone gets too close. Except for my grandmother. I never got that feeling with her. Not once.”
“What about your parents?”
“Oh, yeah. It happens with them most of all. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“Maybe because you need to talk about it and I’m risk free.”
“But still…”
“Maybe because I want to hear it.”
“You sure about that?”