Note to readers: As with all previous odd numbered chapters, this is from Mike's point of view.
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I hadn't seen Savy in a year and a half.
I was completely frozen physically, but my mind was racing. Twenty-four hours ago, I had been in Spain. Now, Savy was standing before me.
She was staring at me.
"You left me."
She spoke quietly and her words hit me with incredible force. I was ashamed of myself.
"I shouldn't have."
She stepped further into the kitchen and her hands were gripping the edge of the island's counter.
"You left me."
I felt sick. Her eyes were boring into me. This wasn't where we were supposed to be. I had been as shocked as she was when mom had told us what she did, that Savy wasn't just my adopted sister, she was my half-sister. Yet, it hadn't changed how I felt about her.
And then I saw her ring on my bed. I had given it to her maybe twelve hours before. She was hurting. Why did I leave? Decisions didn't have to be made and final in those hours.
Why was I so stupid? I had gone back to her. Had it been too late? I still wanted to marry her. I still loved her more than life itself.
I had gone back to her. When she had opened the door, she was so frail. She let me hold her. I had her in my arms again and then she was gone. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have expected her to get over what she'd learned about herself, and about us, in such a short period of time? Why did I leave?
I had lost her, because of my own stupidity.
I spent a year and a half avoiding thinking about any of this. I had shut down and then I had flown halfway around the world. I had run away from all of it. I had run away from her.
She was staring at me.
I took a step towards her. She didn't move, but her eyes followed me.
Another step and I was within arm's reach of her.
I rested my hand on top of hers. I watched as her eyes dropped to our hands. She pulled her hand away from me. I could see tears running down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry."
She slapped me. My head jerked to the side under the sting of her hand.
"You don't get to say you're sorry."
Her voice carried a powerful anger that hit with far more force than her hand.
"I blamed myself for you leaving. Now you want to come back and say you're sorry?"
She moved, putting the island between us. I stepped back and leaned heavily on the counter to support myself.
"Savy... I was an idiot. I have no excuses. Can we sit down and talk?"
"What is there to say? What do you want from me? You want to come back and be my brother again? You want me to fall into your arms? You. Left. Me."
I had nothing to say in the face of that truth. I had told her that as soon as she wanted me, I'd be there for her, but I'd failed at that. I had pushed everything onto her. It was a completely unfair thing to do. I had sulked in my own sadness instead of focusing on her and healing... us.
She was shaking her head at me. She turned and was gone.
I listened as she went upstairs and then her door shut.
I went into the living room and slumped onto the sofa, my head in my hands. This is where everything had started, really, that night after graduation when I had come back and we sat up talking until we both fell asleep. This is where everything had crashed to a halt, when mom told us the truth about our family.
I awoke with a start.
It was still dim out, but the sun was slowly rising. I was now working on sporadic sleep during the flight and on the sofa, plus jet lag. I struggled to get to my feet through a dull headache behind my eyes. I shuffled into the kitchen and set about making a pot of coffee. In a few minutes, it was finished brewing. I poured a cup and stepped out onto the sun porch.
The sun was poking through the trees of the backyard now. I went into the yard and sat at the patio table. I was home and yet...
I heard the porch door open behind me and I turned. Mom walked out and sat at the table with me, a cup of coffee in hand. She set down her coffee and rested her hand on mine on the table.
"I'm glad you're home."
"Hi mom."
"Savannah is here. She's not up yet, but she will be soon."
"She came downstairs when I got home last night."
"Oh..."
She obviously wanted to ask me about it, but she just sat quietly.
I sighed. "She hates me."
"Oh, honey. She doesn't hate you. You both had your hearts broken. I'm so sorry about that. And you both did the best you could with what happened. It's just... you haven't seen each other in over a year. You've both had what must feel like an entire lifetime of experiences since then."
"I don't know how to fix this."
"I know. Neither do I. You have to be patient, learn who she has become and let her learn who you have become."
We sat and finished our coffees before she went inside. She came back carrying a tray with two more coffees and a plate with pumpkin bread.
"Tell me about Spain."
Of course I had emailed her while I was there, but I was always scant on details. I asked her to wait for a minute and I went inside to grab my tablet out of my bag before going back out and sitting next to her. I started telling her more of the complete story, walking her through pictures of my university, Matteo and Isabel, my trip to France, and various pictures I'd taken around Mataro.
At one point, there was a picture of a number of us around a table at the pub. Mom immediately noticed that I was next to a woman. Mom noted how beautiful she was and asked me who she was. I sighed and told her it was Ana and that we had been "quite close." She didn't ask any more questions about Ana.
After we finished talking about Spain, it was well into the morning now. I was sure that Savy would be awake. I told mom that I needed to return my rental car and asked if she'd drive with me. She went inside to get ready to go while I grabbed my remaining bags out of the trunk. As I was taking one upstairs, Savy came out of her bedroom. She quickly put her head down and went into the bathroom. I dragged the rest of my things into my bedroom.
Mom and I took my rental car back, chatting casually. I asked her what she had been doing and she filled me in on various work and family friend news. When we got back, it was almost lunch time and she asked me if I'd fire up the grill.
While I was making hamburgers, mom set out various sides and drinks on the table. When I'd finished, mom poked her head inside and yelled, "Savannah, lunch!"
Savy came down and fixed her lunch in silence.
Mom spoke first, "Are you going to sit with us?"
Savy responded, "I'm talking with Josh," and disappeared back inside.
I stared at mom.
"Honey, Josh is Savannah's... boyfriend."
I couldn't breathe. I had absolutely no right to say anything or even feel anything about this news, not after I'd left her and certainly not knowing that just a few days ago, I had been sitting watching the sunrise with Ana. Yet, it still felt like a knife had just been shoved into my side. While I had been avoiding everything, she had... moved on.
All I could say was, "Oh."
I finished eating and told mom I'd mow the grass for her. This time of year, the temperature warms rapidly through the day, especially in the sun. Before long I was sweating profusely. After I'd finished mowing, I grabbed the weed whacker and set to doing trim work.
By mid afternoon, I was done with that. I couldn't stop. I had to keep busy. I started grabbing various branches and debris that had gathered up against the fence, dragging it into a pile near our fire pit. By the time the sun was setting, I was exhausted and covered with various nicks and bruises.
I was taking a brief rest, but intended on continuing, when mom walked up next to me. She had a look of sadness on her face that hurt me.