All Grown Up Page 46
The fall traffic wasn’t too bad, and I pulled down Old Montauk Highway just as the sun started to go down. I still had the top down, and the air temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees between the loss of daylight and the breeze blowing off the ocean. Montauk was a ghost town this time of year. Most of the driveways were empty as I passed, including the one next to mine—not that I’d expected anyone to be around. I pulled into our adjoining driveways, the sound of gravel crunching under my tires reminding me so much of summer.
With no suitcase or any bags at all, I parked and took a deep breath of the fresh air before getting out. Closing my eyes, I smelled the ocean and summer. Maybe this really was what I needed to feel better.
Though, that fleeting thought didn’t last long. In fact, it disappeared the moment I opened my eyes and started to get out of the car.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
How had I not noticed that when I pulled into the driveway?
I’d come out here searching for something—maybe a sign that it was time to move on. But what I hadn’t expected was that sign to be literal.
Greeting me from the lawn next door was just that.
Sotheby’s
For Sale
Exclusive Listing
***
I felt like I was sitting in someone else’s house—like I’d walked into an Airbnb I’d rented for the weekend, rather than the back deck of a place where I’d pretty much felt at home my whole life. It was fucked up to feel like I didn’t belong here anymore when this summer it had felt like the only place I belonged. What a difference in a short period of time.
I’d considered going into town and picking up a bottle of, well, anything, in order to forget the sign outside. But I’d come out here for clarity, and drowning my sorrows would only make things blurrier.
So instead, I sat on the back deck and finished watching the sun go down. I looked over at the empty deck next door and then back to the spot where we’d first danced to her favorite music. She’d smelled so good that day. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. I might’ve been nuts, but I could actually smell her scent, see her laughing as I took her in my arms, feel the way her soft body felt pressed up against mine. That’s what felt like home now. Without her, everything felt empty. It wasn’t the house or the place—it was me, inside.
I opened my eyes, and the most fucked-up thing happened. Right where I’d imagined myself dancing with Valentina, I saw my parents dancing—the same way they used to. My mother wore that white flowy dress she used to put on after she got out of the shower, and my dad had on navy blue swim trunks. They looked so goddamned happy. What a farce.
I sat outside, seeing things that weren’t really there for a long time, until it was so dark I couldn’t see the deck next door anymore. Then I went inside. I figured I’d crash here for the night since it was late. The end-of-season cleaning crew had stripped all the beds, so I went up to my parents’ room where the spare blankets were kept and planned to just sleep on the couch. But when I pulled a blanket down, something came tumbling down along with it—straight to the floor and smashed all over the place.
My parents’ Mason jars.
One of them, anyway. The other I saw tucked into the back of the closet behind the rest of the blankets.
Great. Just what I needed. Shattered glass to clean up and more memories of a life that was built on a lie.
I went to the kitchen closet to grab the broom and dustpan, and then back upstairs to the bedroom to sweep up the glass. God knows why, but I picked the folded little strips of paper out of the glass pile and set them aside on the dresser. Without looking at them, I wasn’t even sure whose they were—my mother’s or father’s.
After I finished cleaning up, I scooped up the papers and opened the top drawer to put them in there for the time being.
But as I went to close the drawer, I couldn’t do it.
I picked up one of the little slips and stared down at it in my hand. It felt like an invasion of privacy to read them, but it also felt like I was here for a reason and maybe this was part of it. Fate had been drawing me to this place all day, so why stop now. Wary, I slowly unfolded the first one and read.
Because I told you you’ve been hogging the sheet at night lately, and today you made the bed with two sheets so we could each have one.
I smiled. That sounded like something my mother would do for sure. Apparently, I’d gotten my father’s jar. That made it feel a little less intrusive—or I gave a shit about intruding on his privacy a hell of a lot less. I took another one from the drawer and unfolded it.
Because you swam with Annabella for an hour this afternoon, when all you really wanted to do was sit on the beach and read your book.
That was nice. Although it didn’t make me any less angry with him for what he’d done.
Because when I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, you’d already put the toothpaste on my toothbrush for me.
I kept going.
Because you drove all the way to the Hamptons to get the book I’d been dying to read the day it came out and surprised me.
I started to get pissed at all the reminders of how good my mother was to my father. How the hell could he step out on her with how thoughtful she was? My jaw set tight as I continued to open them.
Because you forgave me when I didn’t deserve forgiveness.
I froze. Did she know? I’d just assumed since they stayed together that she had no idea. I knew couples got past cheating sometimes, but it had to be a struggle, and I’d never seen any signs of hard times. From the outside, my parents had a picture-perfect marriage. I picked up another slip…there were still a dozen or so left.
Because you watch The Bachelor just because I love it, even though you hate it.
My brows drew together. My father hated that show, yet he sat with my mother while she watched it every week. I went back and re-read all of the slips of paper I’d opened already. I’d assumed these were my father’s notes, but the closer I looked at the handwriting, the more I realized I’d been reading from my mother’s jar all along.
But what the hell did he have to forgive her for?
I kept going, feeling more wary than ever. The rest shed no more light on what had gone on between the two of them, until I came to the very last one.
Because while fate decided we came into each other’s lives, sometimes we have to fight to stay. And every day, you remind me we’re worth the fight.
***
I couldn’t sleep. The blood in my veins seemed to be pumping so fast that it made it impossible to even lie down. I paced back and forth in the living room. Everything was just so fucked up. My father cheated on my mother, maybe my mother cheated on my father, or maybe she’d done something else to hurt him. Maybe she knew about his affair and chose to stay anyway. Maybe she’d even had her own. I’d never know, and at this point, I didn’t want to know.
The most fucked-up part of it all was that I was looking at them to figure out how to live my own life. Before I’d gone to Chicago, I’d been so sure of things between Valentina and me. She’d been the one who wasn’t sure. And when I’d come back, she’d obviously decided we should give pursuing things after the summer a try—exactly what I’d wanted. And I was the idiot who pushed her away. Pushed her back into dating. I shook my head thinking of the photo of her and that guy on Instagram.
Great fucking job, Ford.
Nice work!
If you love something, set it free, and if it doesn’t come back, it was never yours.
That was a crock of shit.
If you love something and set it free—it serves you fucking right. You should’ve held on to that shit.
If she’s here next year—that will be a sign.
Yeah. I got a sign out here, alright.
For. Fucking. Sale.
I raked my hands through my hair and tugged at the roots.
What the hell was I thinking?
When you love someone, you don’t walk away. Ever.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuuuck.
I needed to see her.
Before it was too late.
If it wasn’t already.
Chapter 31
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Valentina
You can’t force feelings to exist any more than you can force them to go away.
My study group get-together tonight was fun, and I was glad I’d decided to stop sulking long enough to go after all.
Allison hadn’t been able to find a full-time, tenure-track position, so she took a job as a district-wide permanent sub. Basically, she played sit-down-and-shut-up for six, forty-two-minute periods a day. She wasn’t thrilled, but supposedly an Italian teacher in her district was retiring at the end of the year, and she’d have a foot in the door for that. Desiree had taken a three-month maternity leave replacement. It seemed Mark and I had been lucky to get full-time spots with benefits for the year.
I’d taken the train to the restaurant so I could have a glass of wine or two, and after dinner, Mark offered to give me a lift home. My house was pretty much on his way, so it felt weird to say no.
When we pulled up in front of my house, he put the car into park and turned to face me. “Tonight was fun. I’m glad you decided to come.”
I smiled. “Me, too.”
He caught my gaze. “So…things with you and young blood ended?
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
Mark’s nodded. “You seemed happy with him.”
“I was.”