(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Hannah
Her eyes were tired. She was exhausted.
Deborah splashed her face with water while I held her purse, anxious and worried. I was afraid she'd faint there at the airport with everyone watching. I wouldn't know what to do. I would have no idea what to tell the rest of the family.
Derek and I had driven Evie and the rest of the family to the airport. They were getting ready for their trip to France and though I was excited for them, I hated the thought of being alone at the house, but looked forward to making them proud when it came to handling the finances of Nathan's gallery. It was my opportunity to prove to myself I knew what I was doing and that I was going to do it right.
But my worry was standing in front of me. Others wouldn't pick up on the signs because Deborah was a great actress, but I knew. I could see she was worn out. My chest constricted because I didn't know if this would be the last time I saw her, and I wanted nothing more than for her to be alive and well so she could be there with the people she loved.
It had been only a week since our conversation but deep down I knew if it wasn't for her, I'd still be afraid of opening up to Derek. I wouldn't be with him the way I was now. In many ways, I owed my happiness to her.
She needed to be okay.
"Have you told Frank already?"
She smiled, drying her face with a paper towel. "No, but he knows. I told him I'd be getting checkups in France so...he knows."
I bit my lip, feeling tears form in my eyes. There was an ache, one I couldn't explain because I felt like I wasn't going to see her again, and it broke my heart. "You have to tell them it's back, Deborah. You can't hide this from them. Nathan deserves to know. Evie...Lily...they all need to know."
"Not yet," she smiled warmly, placing her hand on my arm. "I'll be fine, Hannah. If not, I've got everything prepared already."
I swallowed thickly. This wasn't the direction I wanted the conversation to go. "Prepared? What do you mean?"
"My will," she said. I didn't miss the way her eyes turned glossy with the words. "I've updated it. I've got my affairs in order, Hannah."
Her words echoed in my head. She'd told me to speak up, to be aware and true to my feelings and not keep them hidden, but this was difficult for me. The two mother figures I had...it hadn't been easy to tell them anything. And now that I had the chance to have a semi-normal relationship with someone who could have potentially been a mother to me...well, there wasn't much of a chance for that when she was dying.
