Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten.
In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. No...
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Chapter Ten - Present
"Some days were harder, while others were easier. Leaving things behind, like changing career paths, made some days easier, because I wasn't reminded. But, other days I was reminded by my own child of the own mistakes I had made in my past, and I would never be able to explain why I looked at my child the way that I did, because I knew I had left another child behind and hadn't thought twice about it"
I heard the footsteps, before I had seen them coming, bickering down the hallway. I bounced my son on my hip, as I watched and heard the voices of my wife and my little sister. Ryder had given me a weary look the minuet he had walked in, leaving my wife and sister together in a room, which I would have thought would have been something good, but I knew what Ryder meant.
His look had nothing to do with the fact my sister and wife were storming down the hallway. I was about to say something, to interrupt my sister from what looked like her packing a bag, but Aria beat me to it. "Seriously, Gen, you just going to walk out on our conversation? Are you coming to dinner or not?" it was clear as day, from where I was standing, that my sister wanted nothing more than for this conversation to end.
I watched as she slowly turned to my wife, taking note of the red mark on the back of her neck, as she sighed, silencing the room, before she responded to my wife. "Aria, if you didn't know, but I have been paying for the lights you keep on during the night, the water you use for showers, and the food in the fridge. So, as I told you, no I won't be at dinner, because I have to work for the luxury you have of taking over my house and treating it like it was your own"
That was all I needed to know, that she had not read the letter that we had sent it. That was all I needed to know that our father had not kept up his end of the role he had promised he would play when we were gone. That was all I needed to know that she had been the one that had kept this house floating since the day we had left.
The front door rattled the walls, as it dawned on me, just how much time had changed. How many lies my father had spat in my face. He had promised me, that he would step up. That if we ever came back, we would see the change. He had always wanted a daughter, and he promised me that he would protect her and be a parent; the same parent most of us had once had the chance of having.
Until, Genevieve came along. He had gone into hiding, and it was clear from the way he had extended the house and only air conditioned that area. He hadn't paid for a single bill or done any of the work, as that had all fallen onto the shoulders of my little sister. "So, your all just going to stand here and let her talk to me like that? To walk out on me like that?" my wife then spoke, as I came to my senses.
I didn't care the way that my sister had spoken to my wife, or at least not in that moment, as I passed my son to Parker, whom I had been conversing to about our sister, before she had come back with Ryder, as I rushed out the front door, following my sister. I heard Aria say something, but I didn't catch what she had said.
