A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 5

**** Max****

I should have been more thorough when I found the box 3 years ago. I should have flipped through the Diary but as I got further and further, things seemed too intimate. Too private to continue. I was curious the day I found it. Kira had already been gone a month. And as boozed up as I was, I wasn't thinking straight. I just tossed it in a corner and did not think about it again.

As I stepped off the elevator and placed my things on the counter, I felt something was off. I walked towards the bedroom and saw her sitting on the bed with her head bent reading a letter dashing away tears from her eyes. The familiar box and all of its contents spread out over the bed alarmed me.

Shit!

The first sob from her had me at her side pulling her into my arms. I pulled the letter from her hand and placed it in the box then tilted her chin up to look at me.

The look of pain and hurt in her eyes saddened me. The words she said struck me like a hammer to the gut.

"She never wanted me Max."

It was all she managed to say before I crushed her to me. I hated seeing her this way. I felt powerless and it pissed me off that I couldn't take back those words she read. When she finally calmed down to soft sniffles, I pulled back to hold her cheeks in my hand.

"She wanted you baby," I tried to reason. But it was useless as she shook her head and reached for the letter again.

"No. She didn't. I was her regretful mistake." She blurted out.

"No, you were not." I reached for her but I wasn't quick enough before she bounded off the bed.

"I was! I spoiled her happiness, Max," She sobbed shaking the letter in her hand.

I stared helplessly at her.

"Because I wasn't the love child she wanted me to be from your father," she accusingly blurted out.

I shook my head. "You don't know that Kira."

The glint in her eyes chilled me. Anger grew inside of me watching her feel this hurt, this pain of a nasty truth on paper, I failed to hide.

"Don't I? What more proof do you want?" she asked.

I stood rigid to the spot as she paced in anger and devastation reading word for word what her mother wrote. My heart clamored in my chest as it cruelly painted the image of a mother after giving birth; had refused to hold her child after it spilled from her womb.

"Kira, don't do this," I pleaded but she continued.

"I feel so empty inside and alone," She read.

"Kira, stop!"

"I wish it was his, but sadly it is not so. Instead she belongs to my husband. With a bitter sweet reality I have to deal with it."

My ears felt hot as she continued and my heart ached watching her blurt out with difficulty the last words.

"A day like today I should be rejoicing with the arrival of my baby girl, when truthfully I feel nothing but sadness and remorse from ever having her."

"Isn't that proof enough," She cried out and crumbled up the letter and tossed it at me feet.

Immobilized I witnessed for the first time, the love of my life truly let go of her rage as she reached for the box and everything in it, then through it across the room. With heavy breaths she just stood there lost; then she crumbled to the floor in a breathless cry. I sank beside her then pulled her into my arms and held her. I rocked with her and whispered soothing words. In my hold, her body shook with heart wrenching sobs. I was afraid she was gonna make herself sick. I ran my hand over her hair and down her back until she quieted down to just hiccups.