bathroom.
Rory shrugs, unconcerned, and continues to devour his bagel as he sits next to Kira on the couch.
Kai, on the other hand, looks saddened when he sits down next to me. I put my arm around him, and he rests his head against my shoulder while he finishes his bagel.
Miranda returns five minutes later. Her eyes are red.
“Thanks for the bagel, Mom.”
Kai just schooled me.
On compassion.
And forgiveness.
I’m not ready for forgiveness; the wounds are too fresh. For all I know forgiveness may never come. But compassion is something we should all be willing to show. Treating people badly in reaction to how they treat us plays into the ugliness in the world and perpetuates it. Treating people well, not in the hopes that they’ll change, because sometimes people never change, keeps our hearts and minds free from the ugliness. I’m so fucking sick and tired of feeling the ugliness.
Sometimes it takes the purity of a child to remind us what’s important.
Miranda sniffs and answers, “You’re welcome, Kai.”
So, I vow, at least for now, to deal with Miranda with caution instead of hatred. I don’t have to like her to do that.
“Miranda, can you help me take the trash out?” I need to talk to her and find out why she’s here and, most importantly, where my kids fall into her plans, because on paper, she still has full custody.
I grab the bag out of the kitchen trashcan—it’s only half full—and walk outside. She follows me down the stairs. At the big dumpster at the back of the building, I ask again, “What are you doing here?”
She finally answers. Sort of. “In California? Or here at your place?”
I lift the lid on the dumpster and toss the trash bag in. “Both.”
“In California? Looking for a job and trying to find a house. And here? Hoping I can stay until I find both of those.” She doesn’t even blink when she runs through her list. She doesn’t sound confident. She’s unsure, not at all hopeful, pessimistic. She says it like she may as well because she doesn’t have anything to lose.
I’m dumbfounded by almost every answer. I can understand the looking for a place to live part, but the rest makes no sense. “You don’t have a job? Why can’t you transfer back to the Marshall Industries office here?”
She raises her eyebrows, and there’s no pride in her answer. “Because I was fired months ago.” And before I can say anything she adds, “I lied. Blackmailed Loren. He didn’t trust me with his business after that.”
I close my eyes and shake my head. She’s like bad reality TV. “Was this before or after you married?”
“Before.”
I know I’m looking at her like I don’t understand what she’s saying because I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it. “And he still married you?”
She nods and then stops and tilts her head almost like she’s going to change her mind and shake it side to side. “Yes. And no. I thought we were married. We never were, the license and certificate were fakes.”
“Jesus Christ, you two were perfect for each other.” I probably shouldn’t have said that, but it’s true. It’s so goddamn true.
“We were a fucking disaster.” She shrugs because there’s nothing more to say on the subject I’m sure. Fucking disaster sums it up.
I don’t want to talk about her dismal love life. “I want my kids here. Winter break ends, and school starts up again Monday. I’ll go in late to work and re-enroll them.”
“I can do it,” she offers.
“Really?” I sound doubtful and mocking.
She sighs and a little bit of the old defiant Miranda peeks through because that comment pissed her off. “I ran a goddamn Fortune 500 company, Seamus, give me some credit. I can fill out a few mundane forms.”
“Are you trying, Miranda? Is this you trying to be a parent? I want so fucking badly to believe you’re being real with me and that you’ve finally come to the realization that you have the most amazing children on the planet, and that it’s a privilege to be their mom.” I know I’m begging, but I want this for my kids. I want them to have a mom who loves them. I don’t care if she’s in my life, but I want her to be in theirs if she’s going to try.
“I’m trying, Seamus. I’m not perfect, and I don’t know how to do this, but I’m trying.”
“I’m only going to say this once, Miranda. Go all in or