Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

It broke our heart when he confessed that he had hit you and continued to do so because it gave him a release that he couldn’t explain. We offered to get him help, but he wouldn’t admit that what he was doing was wrong. He said that you’d forgiven him after each episode only for him to find that he needed to do it again to keep you close to him.

We don’t know where he learned to be abusive, but it wasn’t in our home when we raised him. Society? Friends? We’ll never know. What we do know is that when you left him, you took his heart with you. He looked in every possible place until he saw a woman that looked just like you. He said he needed to go and find you, to bring you home.

Damien told us that your first meeting didn’t go as planned, but that he was going to make you fall in love with him again. We’re just sorry that he’ll never have the opportunity to love again, unlike you.

I hope this letter finds you well and that you’re moving on. We’re trying, but being a mother now, you know parents should never have to bury their children. But we have and we must live with the knowledge that we could’ve prevented all of this from happening.

“They didn’t sign it. I guess that’s their way of not getting closure or something.” Jenna leans her head on my shoulder. Her fingers play with Eden’s. “I don’t even know why they wrote me. The tone… they’re blaming me.”

“You know it’s not your fault, right?”

“I know.”

“People like that can’t accept the responsibility that they failed as parents. He hit you, shot me with intent to kill and was going to shoot our daughter. I’m happy Paul was invited to Eden’s homecoming because if he hadn’t been there at that moment… I don’t even want to think about it.”

Jenna folds the letter and puts it on the cushion. I’m going to shred that stupid piece of crappy paper the minute I get up from holding my girls, but until then I’m going to keep them in my arms, grateful that I have them.

I almost lost them, too many times to mention. When I look at Jenna and Eden, I see my forever. She’s the one I’m going to grow old with. She’s the one who is going to laugh at me when my Mohawk won’t stand up any longer or when Eden brings home a rock star boyfriend. Jenna’s the one that is going to be by my side when I walk my daughter down the aisle and we’ll be together when we become grandparents. We’ll have matching rocking chairs on our front porch and we’ll sip tea — even though I hate it — out of silly little teacups with our little fingers in the air because that will make her laugh.

Who knew that finding my forever would be so easy? I just needed my best mate to get married so I could hook-up with the bridesmaid. That’s me in a nutshell, innit?