do whatever she wants. With Hadley on her birth certificate, she’ll always have a link to me. And if she wants to find me, I’ll be there waiting and ready to tell her all about the other side of her. If not…” Oh my God, why does doing the right thing hurt so fucking bad? “Well, then, at least I know she’s happy.”
“Willow, honey. Come on. We can fight this.”
“No. No more fighting. Someone has to win here. After everything we’ve been through, someone deserves to be happy. I want it to be Caven and Rosalee.” My chin quivered, but there were no more tears. Resolve settled heavily in my veins. “He’s a good man. She’s safe with him. What more could I possibly ask for?”
Beth let out a sigh and then pulled me into a hug. “Please tell me you realize that this isn’t the end for you. You’ll find a man and start a family of your own one day. You can adopt a whole herd of babies. And, until then, you have me. I’m a way better sister than Hadley anyway. She didn’t even like wine.”
I laughed, but it was sad even to my own ears. Pain in the ass that she was, I missed my sister. I missed my mom. I missed my dad. I missed my grandpa.
And most of all, I missed Caven and Rosalee.
It was over, but as selfish as it made me sound, I didn’t regret any of it.
It had been the happiest four months of my entire life.
I had pictures of her.
Memories of her laughter.
Silly art projects to remind me how lucky I’d been.
And, now, I knew what loving a man was supposed to feel like.
I didn’t know if I’d ever find that with anyone else. The rational side of me told me I would. The broken shards of my heart weren’t clinging to much hope. But I’d had four incredible months with Caven. So what that he’d spent over half of them glaring at me from across his dining room table. That had all been erased the second his lips had touched mine.
It was enough.
It would have to be enough.
“Get me the paperwork. I’ll sign whatever he wants me to.”
CAVEN
“Did you know it was Willow?” I rumbled into the phone as I watched Rosalee run through the sprinkler.
It took nine damn days for my brother to finally call me back. And when he did, it wasn’t necessarily by choice. I’d called Jenn, sent text messages, and finally tracked him down at work, leaving a message that he had twenty-four hours before I would beat down his door in Pennsylvania.
“Did I have my suspicions that she was a woman named Willow? Yes. But did I think she was the girl you met in the mall named Willow? Hell no.” He sighed heavily into the phone. “I spent three years before you went off to college begging you to tell me about what happened inside that food court. All you ever gave me were a bunch of grunts and door slamming. How was I supposed to know?”
“You still could have said something though. You at least knew she wasn’t Hadley.”
“What did you want me to say? ‘Oh, by the way, I’m not sure the woman you’re fucking is actually your baby mama’?”
“That would have been a start.”
“You were in too deep to see anything but her. I saw the way you looked at her. If I came to you with no hard evidence, you would have told me to fuck off. I see it every day on the job. You can’t make people believe the worst in someone when all they’ve ever shown them was the best.”
I scoffed. “She’s shown me plenty of bad.”
“No, she didn’t. Hadley did. The woman who came back was the Crown Princess of Perfection. She didn’t push the custody shit with Rosalee. She asked your permission for everything. She made you comfortable, and then she made you happy. Rosalee loved her. You loved seeing Rosalee love her, so you turned into some kind of puppy on a chain. And I’m not going to lie, Caven. I didn’t exactly hate seeing you happy, either.”
“Bullshit. You hated her.”
“Yes. Her. Because she was playing you for a fool. So I told her my theory. Worst case, I was wrong and she got pissed. What the fuck did I care? Best case? I was right and I saved you from heartache down the road. And I was right. I could see it