piece of information. Admittedly, I was on sensory overload as one truth after another hit me, but that one didn't bother me in the least.
"I need to go get her," I said. "Will you come with me?"
The smile that drifted across Lex's face was small and soft. "Try and stop me," he said. He pulled me down for a quick kiss and then he said, "Let's go bring your little girl home."
And just like that, I knew that no matter what happened, no matter what obstacles stood in our way, that was exactly what we'd do.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lex
"I don't see her," Gideon said nervously as he clung to my hand. "What if I don't recognize her?"
"You will," I said as I gave his hand a squeeze.
I could feel Gideon fidgeting next to me, but there was little I could do other than give him something to hold on to as he waited to see how this moment in his life would play out. In actuality, it was a moment in our lives. Because from here on out, everything that happened to one of us happened to both of us. It'd taken meeting Gideon to realize that’s what I'd been looking for from the moment I'd learned I hadn't come with the instant family that so many other kids did. I'd been fortunate enough to have brothers who’d taught me what it meant to love and be loved, but it was Gideon who'd shown me I was worthy of having those dreams of my own husband and kids.
Everyone was worthy of having that in their lives.
"Maybe we should've let Maria and Javier tell her first."
I leaned into Gideon and put my arm around his waist. He’d been having the same doubts, and many others, since we'd left Maine. For once in my life, I'd been more than glad to use every penny and every connection I'd had to get Gideon to Argentina to see his daughter. I'd handled all the travel arrangements while King had agreed to stay at Gideon's house with Brewer so we wouldn't have to put the dog in a kennel.
King’s man on the ground in Argentina had met us at the airport. Our first stop had been to talk to the parents of the friend Emma was staying with. They'd been the ones to confirm that Emma hadn't run away from her grandparents; they’d kicked her out after learning about her girlfriend. Gideon had barely managed to contain his rage when he'd learned why his fifteen-year-old daughter had been left behind to fend for herself in a foreign country.
Maria and Javier had been able to fill in some of the other details as well. After taking Emma in, they'd wanted to find Gideon, but Emma hadn't been willing to tell them her real last name. She was convinced that after all that had happened between her and her father that he would no longer want her, nor would he accept her sexuality.
Gideon had been heartbroken to know that Emma hadn't felt comfortable enough to turn to him for help. After we’d left Maria and Javier's house with their blessing to meet Emma at her school when it got out, we’d gone to our hotel to try and get some rest. Gideon had waffled between pure rage and heartbreaking despair. I knew his guilt from having let what he considered too much time go by before he’d tried to reach out to Emma would haunt him forever, but I also knew that I would be there to remind him that it was okay to leave the past where it belonged.
"Everything will be all right, Gideon, I promise."
He squeezed me hard and then began describing the scene before us. I found myself smiling when he began complaining about how all the girls looked alike since they were wearing uniforms. He was in the midst of just such a statement when his voice suddenly dropped off. His grip tightened on me even more. "Oh God, Lex, I see her."
The old me would've lamented over the fact that I couldn't see what he was seeing. And I would've been hoping that he’d tell me every detail just so I wouldn't feel so lost, but I wasn't the same man anymore. Time and Gideon had both shown me that losing my sight didn't mean I'd lost the ability to see. The images were clear as day in my head. I just had to find other ways to get them there.
Like the soft clinking