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chose his other wife and his other kids over us. It’s not their fault. I thought about reaching out to them, but had to consider why I would be doing it. I have no idea how they felt about our father. I don’t know what kind of a father he was to them. He wasn’t around that much for me even before he left us. But…if I were to meet them, it would be to tell them that I don’t blame them for the choices my father made. Things were hard with my mom, but we had a good life. We had each other.”
“Do you think that’s why Erin wants to meet Will? To maybe let him off the hook?” I ask hopefully. It would mean so much to me if she were coming to relieve Will of the burden he’s recently taken on.
“I think so. Luke said she’s actually excited about meeting Will,” Claire says with a smile.
“That’s good. Where are your parents now?”
“My mom passed away ten years ago from breast cancer. And apparently my father died six years ago, but his wife didn’t feel the need to tell me until four years ago. I suppose it doesn’t matter since I hadn’t seen him since I was ten, and that was just because we ran into him in the grocery store. I became just as cut off from my father as Erin, or even Will, became from Greg. The thing that made me sad about my father’s death was that I wasn’t sad about his death .” Claire takes the scarves I was holding and puts them in the box. “You need all three of these,” she smiles.
“Thanks, Mom,” I tell her.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Find a good stopping place soon. Will and Eliana will be here for dinner in about an hour.” With that, Claire exits my room having bestowed on me some life-experience wisdom that I’m going to write on my heart and carry with me always.
That was by far the best conversation I’ve eve r had with Claire. These are the kind of conversations I wanted to have with my mother. It felt so normal, so real. It made her feel even more like my mom, and me even more like her daughter. I like feeling like a daughter.
Chapter 6
After weeks of packing and wrapping up my studies at Florida State, we are finally headed home . We spent almost two years being exiled from the only place that has felt like home to me since my parents died and my feelings of excitement are finally outweighing my anxiety.
Claire thought ahead with this move and had the moving company come the day before we were actually leaving. They packed up all the furniture and it was delivered to our home in Davidson today. Caroline’s mom met them at the house and directed them on where to put everything. Claire thought it would feel more like coming home if our furniture was already there.
Will and I drove together to Savannah yesterday with the caravan of the rest of our family hovering around us. Will said he was tempted to play let’s see if we can lose Furtick and then find a place to make out, but decided it would cause too much panic. We didn’t leave until later in the afternoon since it would be the short leg of the drive. It was nice to have about four hours alone together. We talked honestly about how difficult this transition may be, not knowing how upset those who have known Will since birth might feel about him deceiving them about his death. Some of those people are still Gregory Meyer supporters, not believing the evidence that has been leaked and on display since Holly ended our suffering on the steps of the courthouse.
Will says he isn’t concerned about what people think. He knows what he did was the only option for the safety of his mother and the survival of our relationship.
We also talked about how easy it will be to plan our rescheduled wedding since almost everything was already in place. This got me thinking about dates again so I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the calendar. When I saw that the date I was hoping for falls on a Saturday, I didn’t say anything. I wanted to sleep on it to make sure I wanted to
“Do you think that’s why Erin wants to meet Will? To maybe let him off the hook?” I ask hopefully. It would mean so much to me if she were coming to relieve Will of the burden he’s recently taken on.
“I think so. Luke said she’s actually excited about meeting Will,” Claire says with a smile.
“That’s good. Where are your parents now?”
“My mom passed away ten years ago from breast cancer. And apparently my father died six years ago, but his wife didn’t feel the need to tell me until four years ago. I suppose it doesn’t matter since I hadn’t seen him since I was ten, and that was just because we ran into him in the grocery store. I became just as cut off from my father as Erin, or even Will, became from Greg. The thing that made me sad about my father’s death was that I wasn’t sad about his death .” Claire takes the scarves I was holding and puts them in the box. “You need all three of these,” she smiles.
“Thanks, Mom,” I tell her.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Find a good stopping place soon. Will and Eliana will be here for dinner in about an hour.” With that, Claire exits my room having bestowed on me some life-experience wisdom that I’m going to write on my heart and carry with me always.
That was by far the best conversation I’ve eve r had with Claire. These are the kind of conversations I wanted to have with my mother. It felt so normal, so real. It made her feel even more like my mom, and me even more like her daughter. I like feeling like a daughter.
Chapter 6
After weeks of packing and wrapping up my studies at Florida State, we are finally headed home . We spent almost two years being exiled from the only place that has felt like home to me since my parents died and my feelings of excitement are finally outweighing my anxiety.
Claire thought ahead with this move and had the moving company come the day before we were actually leaving. They packed up all the furniture and it was delivered to our home in Davidson today. Caroline’s mom met them at the house and directed them on where to put everything. Claire thought it would feel more like coming home if our furniture was already there.
Will and I drove together to Savannah yesterday with the caravan of the rest of our family hovering around us. Will said he was tempted to play let’s see if we can lose Furtick and then find a place to make out, but decided it would cause too much panic. We didn’t leave until later in the afternoon since it would be the short leg of the drive. It was nice to have about four hours alone together. We talked honestly about how difficult this transition may be, not knowing how upset those who have known Will since birth might feel about him deceiving them about his death. Some of those people are still Gregory Meyer supporters, not believing the evidence that has been leaked and on display since Holly ended our suffering on the steps of the courthouse.
Will says he isn’t concerned about what people think. He knows what he did was the only option for the safety of his mother and the survival of our relationship.
We also talked about how easy it will be to plan our rescheduled wedding since almost everything was already in place. This got me thinking about dates again so I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the calendar. When I saw that the date I was hoping for falls on a Saturday, I didn’t say anything. I wanted to sleep on it to make sure I wanted to
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