voice full of concern.
“A…little,”
Kari mumbled, as she held the phone to her other ear. “I burned the rest.”
“Tsk-tsk,”
She
could picture the older woman shaking her head as if Kari was that small child
again. “He’s getting married and I didn’t want to hear anything that he had to
say.”
“K,
you never got peace.” Rita reminded her. “You reflected on the relationship you
had with Sam as you packed and moved to Nashville. Out of all the places to
move to with your family connections, you chose a city you’d never been to.”
“I
needed to get away from LA and the limelight.”
“Kari,
you don’t need to prove to anyone that you’re loveable.” Rita’s voice became
soft and nurturing.
“It’s
easy for you to say that,” Kari scoffed, as she padded around the house. Going
into the kitchen she made herself a cold glass of chocolate milk. “You are the
only person who truly cared about me.”
“Kari
Elizabeth Hayes, I love you like you came from my own womb. But I want you to
know that your parents love you just as much. They just show it differently.”
“I
think about how Bryon and Pilar are so fucked up, but I am too,” she mumbled
before taking a sip of her cold chocolate milk.
“I
will not talk about Bryon and Pilar, but Kari you are different my child, I’ve
been telling you that since the day you was born.”
“But
you also told me that I would allow my fear to overshadow true love and
happiness.”
“My
dear Kari, you’ve always been one to analyze everything,” Rita chuckled. “Always
remember the truth about yourself and don’t get lost in the illusion.”
Kari
stood there drinking her milk and listen to Rita talking. She was right about
her being scared about experiencing a loving relationship. In the back of her
head she was always waiting for Sam to do something that sent her running to
the hills. Kari remembered her father Carl saying that love only makes a person
weak and vulnerable. She always believed that she wasn’t good enough to be
loved or could be successful enough with her family connections and deep down
she was scared others would find that out.
“Kari,
stop being scared of what you want,” Rita yawned. “Sam wasn’t the man for you
and I told you that when you brought his sly ass home.”
“I
know,” Kari said quickly.
“Move
beyond the fears,” Rita said. “Don’t let it determine your actions.”
“Your
right,” she sighed. Flopping down on the sofa.
“I
know,” Rita laughed. “Get some sleep; I’ll call you later this week.”
“Goodnight,
I love you,” she said before hanging up the phone.
Kari
went back to her bed and laid down. Her heart was already broken and with Sam’s
deceit it was shattered in a million pieces. How could she expect someone to
love her when she didn’t love herself? Kari knew she was still holding onto an
old relationship. It’d been two years since the break-up and she was still
dwelling on what she possibly did wrong or what she could have done different.
The letter and Corey telling her about Sam was causing her to rehash the
situation at hand.
Kari
knew that she would have to revisit the past physically, instead of suffering
from the memories that kept her up at night.
Chapter Four
Country
music that played in the workshop blared over the loud sounds coming from the
saw. It’d been exactly three days since Hank last laid eyes on Kari Hayes. Her
assistant, Corey, arrived the other day to drop off and make sure he received
the expensive mahogany wood and the building plans for the cribs. Hank couldn’t
deny that he was disappointed that it wasn’t Kari who was knocking on his front
door early that morning.
Working
in the woodshop always gave him a peace of mind and allowed him to channel the
creativity that his uncle taught him before dying. He always built furniture
and carved knickknacks for family and friends. A sense of pride washed over him
knowing that he could
“A…little,”
Kari mumbled, as she held the phone to her other ear. “I burned the rest.”
“Tsk-tsk,”
She
could picture the older woman shaking her head as if Kari was that small child
again. “He’s getting married and I didn’t want to hear anything that he had to
say.”
“K,
you never got peace.” Rita reminded her. “You reflected on the relationship you
had with Sam as you packed and moved to Nashville. Out of all the places to
move to with your family connections, you chose a city you’d never been to.”
“I
needed to get away from LA and the limelight.”
“Kari,
you don’t need to prove to anyone that you’re loveable.” Rita’s voice became
soft and nurturing.
“It’s
easy for you to say that,” Kari scoffed, as she padded around the house. Going
into the kitchen she made herself a cold glass of chocolate milk. “You are the
only person who truly cared about me.”
“Kari
Elizabeth Hayes, I love you like you came from my own womb. But I want you to
know that your parents love you just as much. They just show it differently.”
“I
think about how Bryon and Pilar are so fucked up, but I am too,” she mumbled
before taking a sip of her cold chocolate milk.
“I
will not talk about Bryon and Pilar, but Kari you are different my child, I’ve
been telling you that since the day you was born.”
“But
you also told me that I would allow my fear to overshadow true love and
happiness.”
“My
dear Kari, you’ve always been one to analyze everything,” Rita chuckled. “Always
remember the truth about yourself and don’t get lost in the illusion.”
Kari
stood there drinking her milk and listen to Rita talking. She was right about
her being scared about experiencing a loving relationship. In the back of her
head she was always waiting for Sam to do something that sent her running to
the hills. Kari remembered her father Carl saying that love only makes a person
weak and vulnerable. She always believed that she wasn’t good enough to be
loved or could be successful enough with her family connections and deep down
she was scared others would find that out.
“Kari,
stop being scared of what you want,” Rita yawned. “Sam wasn’t the man for you
and I told you that when you brought his sly ass home.”
“I
know,” Kari said quickly.
“Move
beyond the fears,” Rita said. “Don’t let it determine your actions.”
“Your
right,” she sighed. Flopping down on the sofa.
“I
know,” Rita laughed. “Get some sleep; I’ll call you later this week.”
“Goodnight,
I love you,” she said before hanging up the phone.
Kari
went back to her bed and laid down. Her heart was already broken and with Sam’s
deceit it was shattered in a million pieces. How could she expect someone to
love her when she didn’t love herself? Kari knew she was still holding onto an
old relationship. It’d been two years since the break-up and she was still
dwelling on what she possibly did wrong or what she could have done different.
The letter and Corey telling her about Sam was causing her to rehash the
situation at hand.
Kari
knew that she would have to revisit the past physically, instead of suffering
from the memories that kept her up at night.
Chapter Four
Country
music that played in the workshop blared over the loud sounds coming from the
saw. It’d been exactly three days since Hank last laid eyes on Kari Hayes. Her
assistant, Corey, arrived the other day to drop off and make sure he received
the expensive mahogany wood and the building plans for the cribs. Hank couldn’t
deny that he was disappointed that it wasn’t Kari who was knocking on his front
door early that morning.
Working
in the woodshop always gave him a peace of mind and allowed him to channel the
creativity that his uncle taught him before dying. He always built furniture
and carved knickknacks for family and friends. A sense of pride washed over him
knowing that he could
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