Page 68 of The Corner of Heartbreak and Forever
He pulled her closer. “Do you know how much I love you?” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Thank you, babe, but next time you get the urge to polish something, I’ve got a very willing body part.”
She smiled, but her worries drowned his attempt at levity. “I’ll tend to that body part after I tend to this one.” She put her hand over his heart.
He placed his hand over hers. “It’d be easier to deal with the other.”
He went on to tell her what he’d learned from Frank, and her heart broke more with each fact as it was revealed. By the time he was done, he sounded exhausted, and she was speechless. So many things that Reed had believed weren’t true. It wasn’t lost on her that Frank was in the same situation. Her heart broke for Frank as much as it did for Reed.
She climbed into his lap and held him. “I’m so sorry. But I don’t understand. You look just like the pictures of him. How could that be?”
“The world’s full of brown-haired guys, babe. He’snotmy father. He seemed pretty darn sure of it.” He touched his forehead to hers and said, “Just tell me what we have is real.”
“We’re real, Reed. We’ve always been real.”
He was quiet for a long time before saying, “I went from thinking I was abandoned by my father to being an orphan. It’s going to take some time for me to come to terms with this.”
“But you’re not really an orphan. I mean, you are in one sense, but Roy and Ella adopted you, and they love yousomuch.”
“Absolutely. I didn’t mean to undermine everything they’ve done for me. I just meant…”
“I know what you meant, and I understand how much that must hurt. Do you think you’ll tell Roy and Ella the truth?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been trying to figure that out, but what will they gain from knowing that my mother might have loved another man who is no longer around? I’ll tell them about Frank’s illness and that he just couldn’t handle being a father after he lost my mother. I believe that’s the truth of it, anyway. I’ll never know if he would have done the same thing regardless of if I was his son or not.”
He sat up straighter, inhaling deeply as he rolled his shoulders back, as if he were searching for a comfortable position to carry this new weight. “I’d like to call them and see if I can stop by later today, get it out in the open before the barbecue tomorrow. I’d really like for you to come with me.”
“Of course. I know you’ll probably have a million unanswered questions forever, but at least it sounds like Frank loved you both more than he loved himself. He did what he thought was best for your well-being, and he kept a secret for the woman he loved, despite being heartbroken.”
He looked out over the yard, and when his eyes found her again, they were softer, a little less pained. “Is it strange that I feel a connection to him? Maybe I should be angrier, but it took a lot of courage to come forward when he didn’t have to. Especially given his poor health.”
“I don’t think it’s strange. You believed he was your father your whole life, and in some ways he kind of was. He was the one taking care of your mother when she was pregnant, and in that sense, he was also taking care of you. I think you’re going to feel all sorts of things, good and bad, toward him, and maybe toward your mother, too, for a long time. It might come and go, but whatever it is, whatever it becomes, we’ll get through it.”
“Thanks, baby,” he said softly, embracing her again. He looked down at his mother’s journal and said, “Do you think it’s possible to love two people at once? Could my mother have loved Frank and this other man? Frank didn’t know his name or anything about him other than that he was a musician.”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “Maybe for some people? I’ve only ever been in love with one man, and nobody else has ever come close. I can’t imagine it, but…” She shrugged. “In your mother’s journal, she sure sounded like she loved Frank, and she thought of him as your father, didn’t she?”
“Yes. That’s why I asked. I can’t see things very clearly right now.”
“Don’t take this wrong, but I don’t know that it really matters. She loved one man enough to create you, and she loved another enough to make a life with himforyou. That’s a lot of love for a woman who was only on this earth a short period of time.” She wound her arms around his neck and said, “I’m just glad she had you. I love you, Reed. And I’ll be here for you no matter how hard this gets.”
BY THE TIME Reed and Grace went to see Roy and Ella, Reed was in a little better place than he had been earlier. He was far from okay, but he and Grace had spent the day alternating between conversations about Frank, the Majestic, and sheer nonsense. Reed had been glad for the distractions, and for the serious conversations, too. Grace had received a call from Satchel that had put her on edge—and she was right, she was a bit whirlwindish after the call, like the Tasmanian devil, but it had endeared her to him even more. After she’d vented, Reed had swayed the conversation toward the play she was putting together with Nana and the others, and that had put her in a better mental space, too. If Reed had learned anything over the years, it was that life didn’t come without trials and tribulations. He never considered himself someone whoneededanyone. But being with Grace, talking through his most intimate problems with someone who knew him so well, and being there for her when she was at her wit’s end, had him redefining the meaning of “need.”
He looked around the patio table at Roy and Grace as Ella came outside with a plate of cookies, and he realized heneededall three of the people he was with.
Ella set the plate on the table and glanced at Roy, who had been watching Reed like a hawk. Reed had told them the reason for his visit when he’d called earlier, and he knew they were waiting for him to say something about Frank.
“Your favorite,” Ella said to Reed as she took the seat between him and Roy. “Coconut cranberry.”
Grace wrinkled her nose. “I might have to rethink this relationship. What happened to chocolate chip?”
“Darlin’, if that’s his biggest downfall, you’re doing pretty well.” Roy snickered and winked at Reed.
That single wink sent Reed’s gut into a tizzy. He’d never been one for keeping secrets, and now that he was looking into his relatives’ eyes—blood-related relatives he could count on—Frank’s secret threatened to claw its way out.
“So, you went to see Frank?” Ella said as conversationally as if she’d said he’d gone to work like any other day. “I’m proud of you, honey. That couldn’t have been easy.”
Reed sat back, worrying with his hands, and realized it was exactly what Frank had done. That gave him pause, and just as quickly he realized he had to stop thinking of Frank as if he were his father, and pressed his palms to his thighs. Grace put her hand on his, as if she realized he didn’t know what to do with them.
“It was anything but easy,” he agreed, “especially since I blasted him the second I first walked in.”
