you soon,â she called after them. Then quietly to herself: âQuizá un dÃa.â
Perhaps one day.
Back at the house, she hastily packed her belongings into her bags. Her clothes, many of them the fine things Mrs. B had given her. The pictures she had kept of her family. And ones with her new family too. A wooden carving of Santa Bessette that her sister Maria had given her, which now meant more to her than anything in the world. Sadly, Lauritzia put her textbooks aside on the night table.
She would not need them anymore.
When she was done, she dragged her bags out to the foyer and called for a taxi. Roxanne was at exercise class, and that gave her about half an hour. She sat at the kitchen island and tried to put her thoughts down in a note. To all of them. She told them how much she loved them all and how they were like family to her now, her only family, and always would be. But that she had to go back home.
âLives here are not like where I come fromâ was all she said. The words were hard to get out. âThere, they are not fully your own. I wish you all the love of God. You will always be in my heart. Each of you. Every day. You treated me with love and made me part of your life and for that it is I who can never repay you enough, not you me.â
She felt herself starting to cry.
Mercifully, she was saved by the sound of the cab honking outside. She brought her bags to the step and asked the driver to wait. Just a few moments more. She ran upstairs one last time, to the kidsâ rooms, and placed a flower from the kitchen on each of their beds.
Where she was from it meant someone would always watch over you, no matter where in life you went.
As she finally went out the front door, carrying her bags to the taxi, she took a final look at the house that had given her a home for a second time.
Then she went down the stairs, wishing someone had put a flower on her pillow too.
CHAPTER TWELVE
R oxanne parked the Range Rover SUV in front of the three-car garage and went in through the kitchen. The bar method had been a real killer today. Jan was the instructor, and she always made her do things she didnât think she could. Things no body was meant to do!
She had a crazy day ahead of her. There was the spring fund-raising lunch for the kidsâ school, then a 2:00 P . M . meeting with a prospective new landscaper for the home ownersâ association where they lived. She had a session planned with a trauma psychologist for the kids, so she had to pick them up herself; Harold said he would join. She had just put in a call to the school to check on how they were doing, and the principal said, while it was still early, so far everything seemed fine.
Theyâd been through hell, and Roxanne didnât want to rush getting them back to normal.
âLauritzia!â Roxanne called out as she came in, opening the fridge and grabbing a coconut water container. She took out her vitamins, magnesium pills, and fish oil. âLauritzia, are you here?â
No answer. Maybe she was at the store. She took her iPad and sat down at the counter, thinking about her day.
Thatâs when she saw the note.
âMr. and Mrs. B . . .â
As soon as she read the first sentence, which took her by surprise, her heart began to crumble.
âThis is so difficult for me to write . . . , â the letter began. âI have to go back home.â
Back home. Roxanne was dumbstruck. She was certain Lauritzia didnât have any family there anymore. She had never completely spelled out the details, but she always said there was nothing for her back home anymore.
âYou and your kids, you have been like a true family to me . . . You spoke of this after the terrible thing we witnessed the other day. But it is I who can never repay you, not . . .â
âOh, no, no, no, Lauritzia . . .â Roxanne felt herself almost start to cry.
She didnât know what
Perhaps one day.
Back at the house, she hastily packed her belongings into her bags. Her clothes, many of them the fine things Mrs. B had given her. The pictures she had kept of her family. And ones with her new family too. A wooden carving of Santa Bessette that her sister Maria had given her, which now meant more to her than anything in the world. Sadly, Lauritzia put her textbooks aside on the night table.
She would not need them anymore.
When she was done, she dragged her bags out to the foyer and called for a taxi. Roxanne was at exercise class, and that gave her about half an hour. She sat at the kitchen island and tried to put her thoughts down in a note. To all of them. She told them how much she loved them all and how they were like family to her now, her only family, and always would be. But that she had to go back home.
âLives here are not like where I come fromâ was all she said. The words were hard to get out. âThere, they are not fully your own. I wish you all the love of God. You will always be in my heart. Each of you. Every day. You treated me with love and made me part of your life and for that it is I who can never repay you enough, not you me.â
She felt herself starting to cry.
Mercifully, she was saved by the sound of the cab honking outside. She brought her bags to the step and asked the driver to wait. Just a few moments more. She ran upstairs one last time, to the kidsâ rooms, and placed a flower from the kitchen on each of their beds.
Where she was from it meant someone would always watch over you, no matter where in life you went.
As she finally went out the front door, carrying her bags to the taxi, she took a final look at the house that had given her a home for a second time.
Then she went down the stairs, wishing someone had put a flower on her pillow too.
CHAPTER TWELVE
R oxanne parked the Range Rover SUV in front of the three-car garage and went in through the kitchen. The bar method had been a real killer today. Jan was the instructor, and she always made her do things she didnât think she could. Things no body was meant to do!
She had a crazy day ahead of her. There was the spring fund-raising lunch for the kidsâ school, then a 2:00 P . M . meeting with a prospective new landscaper for the home ownersâ association where they lived. She had a session planned with a trauma psychologist for the kids, so she had to pick them up herself; Harold said he would join. She had just put in a call to the school to check on how they were doing, and the principal said, while it was still early, so far everything seemed fine.
Theyâd been through hell, and Roxanne didnât want to rush getting them back to normal.
âLauritzia!â Roxanne called out as she came in, opening the fridge and grabbing a coconut water container. She took out her vitamins, magnesium pills, and fish oil. âLauritzia, are you here?â
No answer. Maybe she was at the store. She took her iPad and sat down at the counter, thinking about her day.
Thatâs when she saw the note.
âMr. and Mrs. B . . .â
As soon as she read the first sentence, which took her by surprise, her heart began to crumble.
âThis is so difficult for me to write . . . , â the letter began. âI have to go back home.â
Back home. Roxanne was dumbstruck. She was certain Lauritzia didnât have any family there anymore. She had never completely spelled out the details, but she always said there was nothing for her back home anymore.
âYou and your kids, you have been like a true family to me . . . You spoke of this after the terrible thing we witnessed the other day. But it is I who can never repay you, not . . .â
âOh, no, no, no, Lauritzia . . .â Roxanne felt herself almost start to cry.
She didnât know what
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