Read Online Coming Back (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #2) by C.J. Berry - Free Book Online
Authors: C.J. Berry
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trying to tell myself to relax, but I couldn’t.
I needed answers.
I needed to figure out what was going on so I could move on with my life either way.
If he was lying, and it was all part of some sick twisted joke, I could get over it. I could move on.
If he wasn't lying, if he really did have a daughter, if his story was true, then I could never live with myself if I didn't at least give him another chance.
I spent the entire morning playing through each scenario.
By lunch, my appetite was gone.
I stopped making trips to the water fountain, I no longer paced around the room, and I stopped checking Facebook. I simply sat and stared out the window. The scenarios were running circles around my head so quickly that I no longer could grasp each individual thread of thought. I was merely an observer on a stage watching my life unfold in my mind.
Then, I had an idea.
There could only be one way for me to know for sure.
Only one way to end the unknowing.
I picked up my phone and sent Aiden a text.
It said:
I want to meet your daughter.
Chapter 16
He picked me up at around 10 a.m. that Saturday morning.
He hadn't told me what we were doing, where we were going or even who we were going with. When I opened the door to let them in, before I could even say hello he had put a finger to his lips, darted his eyes towards the ground behind him and said,
"Hello Sarah, it's nice to see you."
He sounded like he was acting for the first time in his life.
I knew he was trying to get me to do something, I just couldn't understand what. So I responded back to him in the same way.
"Hello Aiden, it's very nice to see you too."
"There is somebody I would like you to meet. She is a very special girl, but she is a little shy."
Suddenly, a small child, a girl with curly red hair, emerged from behind Aiden's leg. She was holding a notebook, had a backpack with a retro looking space logo and the words "Stanford space camp" written in NASA like letters arching over the top. She looked up at me momentarily, then shot her eyes back down to her notebook, quickly opening it and scanning for some important piece of information.
"Hello," I said.
She simply nodded her head.
I looked at Aiden, and he flashed a smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"So, do you know where your dad is taking us today?"
She nodded her head again.
"But we promised not to tell, right my little Lizzy?"
Aiden swooped down to pick her up.
There are some men, that you can just tell, love playing with their kids. Aiden was one of those men. The way he held his daughter, the way his gaze never left her as she whispered tiny little secrets into his ear and pointed towards drawings, scribblings, and barely legible notes in her notebook. For a moment, I felt like they had forgotten I was standing there, like they were involved in their own little world just the two of them. I watched for as long as they let me, recounting the story the Aiden had told me that night when I let him in and the two of us sat together on the couch sipping tea.
So, it was all true.
This was the Lizzy from the text. This sweet, innocent little girl was what I had been so worried about. This precious little extension of Aiden is what had I had turned my life upside down over.
A moment of embarrassment swept over me.
I had been upset over a child, an innocent little child. I felt like reaching out to her and apologizing, but I doubt that she even knew who I was. Instead, I determined to make that day memorable, both for her and I. I had no idea if I would ever see Aiden again after this, if we could strike up some sort of relationship, but I owed it to that little girl to make today something she would scribe in that little notebook of hers as; “a fun day”.
By the time we parked the car I thought I knew what surprises Aiden and his daughter had in store for me that day. I was familiar enough with the area, if only because it was one of Portland's main tourist
I needed answers.
I needed to figure out what was going on so I could move on with my life either way.
If he was lying, and it was all part of some sick twisted joke, I could get over it. I could move on.
If he wasn't lying, if he really did have a daughter, if his story was true, then I could never live with myself if I didn't at least give him another chance.
I spent the entire morning playing through each scenario.
By lunch, my appetite was gone.
I stopped making trips to the water fountain, I no longer paced around the room, and I stopped checking Facebook. I simply sat and stared out the window. The scenarios were running circles around my head so quickly that I no longer could grasp each individual thread of thought. I was merely an observer on a stage watching my life unfold in my mind.
Then, I had an idea.
There could only be one way for me to know for sure.
Only one way to end the unknowing.
I picked up my phone and sent Aiden a text.
It said:
I want to meet your daughter.
Chapter 16
He picked me up at around 10 a.m. that Saturday morning.
He hadn't told me what we were doing, where we were going or even who we were going with. When I opened the door to let them in, before I could even say hello he had put a finger to his lips, darted his eyes towards the ground behind him and said,
"Hello Sarah, it's nice to see you."
He sounded like he was acting for the first time in his life.
I knew he was trying to get me to do something, I just couldn't understand what. So I responded back to him in the same way.
"Hello Aiden, it's very nice to see you too."
"There is somebody I would like you to meet. She is a very special girl, but she is a little shy."
Suddenly, a small child, a girl with curly red hair, emerged from behind Aiden's leg. She was holding a notebook, had a backpack with a retro looking space logo and the words "Stanford space camp" written in NASA like letters arching over the top. She looked up at me momentarily, then shot her eyes back down to her notebook, quickly opening it and scanning for some important piece of information.
"Hello," I said.
She simply nodded her head.
I looked at Aiden, and he flashed a smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"So, do you know where your dad is taking us today?"
She nodded her head again.
"But we promised not to tell, right my little Lizzy?"
Aiden swooped down to pick her up.
There are some men, that you can just tell, love playing with their kids. Aiden was one of those men. The way he held his daughter, the way his gaze never left her as she whispered tiny little secrets into his ear and pointed towards drawings, scribblings, and barely legible notes in her notebook. For a moment, I felt like they had forgotten I was standing there, like they were involved in their own little world just the two of them. I watched for as long as they let me, recounting the story the Aiden had told me that night when I let him in and the two of us sat together on the couch sipping tea.
So, it was all true.
This was the Lizzy from the text. This sweet, innocent little girl was what I had been so worried about. This precious little extension of Aiden is what had I had turned my life upside down over.
A moment of embarrassment swept over me.
I had been upset over a child, an innocent little child. I felt like reaching out to her and apologizing, but I doubt that she even knew who I was. Instead, I determined to make that day memorable, both for her and I. I had no idea if I would ever see Aiden again after this, if we could strike up some sort of relationship, but I owed it to that little girl to make today something she would scribe in that little notebook of hers as; “a fun day”.
By the time we parked the car I thought I knew what surprises Aiden and his daughter had in store for me that day. I was familiar enough with the area, if only because it was one of Portland's main tourist
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