(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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A few months later...
Derek
I held the bear in front of me.
It was large and a light brown; the perfect birthday gift for Lily. It wasn't necessary to spend much on her – not that I minded – but teddy bears made her happy in an indescribable way. I still remembered it.
I stood there for a while, staring at the door in front of me as if I'd never seen it before. Once I opened the door there'd be no going back. I'd have to see Evie, apologize for the way I'd treated her. For the times she visited and I wasn't myself. For failing her as a brother again. I'd have to apologize to Lily for failing as her uncle. I'd have to deal with Nathan probably being on edge with me again, something I expected. He was protecting his family.
I'd also have to deal with the 'why didn't you call?' and the guilt that came from that.
Lisa had been my support in that time. She'd carried so much of the weight on her shoulders and remained there despite it all. But this was something I had to do alone.
"I love you."
I closed my eyes at the memory of Hannah's voice, only to see her face looking back at me with a smile.
All these months and the injury was still there. The cruel games the heart and mind play were overpowering. I couldn't keep avoiding them though, and eventually I'd have to confront her. Even if I did see her today, I knew it wouldn't be the moment to discuss the things that happened between us. I refused to ruin little Lily's day.
And I also needed to meet the new member of the family. I didn't even know if it was a boy or girl. I knew nothing. I'd been so concerned with myself I knew nothing about Evie. Hell...anything could have happened and I wouldn't have known.
I took a deep breath and finally opened the door, the sight of the familiar house causing a stirring deep in my gut. Because if I looked toward the kitchen, the conversations I'd had with Hannah came to mind. If I glanced up the stairs, all I could picture was the time I'd kissed her breathless there.
Memories everywhere.
The glass door to the backyard was creaked open, and I saw little kids running around, but not once did I see Lily. But I sure as hell heard her.
