Forbidden - Karla Sorensen Page 0,86
Anya home.
My dad set a hand on her back as he set his dish down on the counter. “Don’t pry, honey.”
She shooed him away. “Asking isn’t prying.”
He swatted her butt. “It is when you do it.”
“Nothing to worry about, Mom.” I handed her the dish towel.
Even if they all watched me carefully, no one else said a word. I got Anya loaded into the truck and made my way back home, weariness covering me like an iron blanket. It was different than losing Beth—so very different—but it still felt like grief.
Like I was mourning something that I’d never really had.
It was a startling realization, one that shook me more than I wanted to admit. But how was I supposed to reconcile everything I’d believed I might need someday to what I wanted when I looked at her.
Anya was drifting off to sleep in the back seat as I pulled into our neighborhood, and I caught sight of an unfamiliar car parked in front of our house. It wasn’t Isabel’s car, but when someone with her build and long dark hair got out of the driver’s seat, my heart started hammering.
But when she lifted her head and smiled as I drove the truck into our driveway, I knew it was one of her sisters. From the pictures I’d seen in the entryway of the house, they all looked similar, and it calmed my nerves to know it wasn’t her. Sort of.
Anya had fully drifted off, and I decided to let her stay where she was while I talked to whichever Ward sister was waiting for me.
She was walking up the driveway as I got out of the truck.
“Aiden?” She gave me a small wave, her features so similar to Isabel’s that it was almost hard to look at her. “I’m Molly, Isabel’s sister.”
“What can I do for you?” I was too tired for pleasantries, too exhausted by cycling through this situation in my head to even attempt to manage them.
She held out a large envelope, edged in gold, and heavy in my hand when I took it from her. “I’d like to invite you to my wedding this weekend.”
My head snapped up. “Why?”
Molly smiled. “Because my sister will never do it.”
Immediately, I was shaking my head. “Trust me, she doesn’t want me there.”
“If she knew I was here,” Molly said carefully, “she would be mad at me.”
I extended the envelope back toward her. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be.”
Inexplicably, that made her smile widen. “I know you don’t know Isabel as well as I do, but from the little bit I’ve heard, you’ve gotten really good glimpses of who she is.” Molly tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, the massive diamond on her finger winking in the sun. “She’ll never ask you to come to this wedding, even if she wants you there, because she is as stubborn as anyone I’ve ever met.”
I exhaled a humorless laugh. “I feel like we’re talking in circles.”
“I know.” She licked her lips before speaking again. “I don’t know where your relationship stands with her,” Molly continued. “Because even though she can dish out advice to us like it’s her job, she rarely tells us anything she’s going through. And I think it’s because she’s doing what she did when she was young, when Paige showed up. She’ll give these tiny windows of opportunity, and if you don’t take them, you won’t get another chance. My sister is one of the strongest, most incredible people I know, but she will shut down anyone if she’s afraid they’ll hurt her.”
I swiped a hand over my mouth, regarding Molly with unfiltered curiosity. “Why are you telling me all of this? You don’t even know me.”
Her smile was mysterious. “Because I know my sister. And if she’s refusing to talk about you, then you’ve wedged a foot in the door, and that means you’re important to her.” She stepped closer. “What I’m giving you, Aiden, is a chance.”
I glanced up at the sky and took a deep breath.
“But,” she said carefully, “only take that chance if you can see her in your future. I’d never make that kind of dramatic statement for anyone other than her.” She laid a hand on my arm. “I know you lost your wife, and that puts a lot of extra pressure on whatever relationship you have next. But if you think it could be her, then don’t miss your chance.”
If Molly Ward made me start crying in my own driveway, I’d