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Heather didn’t live too much in thecity.It was more like theoutskirts.
Logan and I pulled up on the long driveway to the ranch, and I gazed out at the beautiful Arabian horses frolicking across the way fromus.There were at least twelve ofthem.Together they looked like something out of afairytale.
Down by the gates ahead of us waits for a womanin jeans and a plaidshirt.Hergorgeous chocolate locks flow out in thewind.
She too looks like something from afairy tale.There’s a man on the other side of thegate.He opens it so we can drive through, as we do I look at Heather and she smiles atme.That smile is everything tome.
I’m still looking at her when Loganparks.
“I can see you’re going to be just fine,” hesays.
“I thinkso.”
“Go on, go see her.”
“Thank you somuch.”
“Stop thanking me.”
I chuckle and jump out of thetruck.
Heather is already walking back towardme.That smile brightens and I can’t help myself, I run toher.She runs to me too and wehug.Then we cry.
“My baby,” she mutters as she holds me tighter and something inside sparks.Something that craved a mother’slove.“I can’t believe I’m holdingyou.Finally.”
We pull apart just so she can cup my face.
“Hi,” I breathe. I never expected to be soemotional.It’s the deepest emotion I’ve felt in awhile.Maybe ever, and I can’t quite explain it but I feel like I’mhome.
“Hello Quinn, I’m your mother,” she says proudly like she’s always wanted to say that and we bothsmile.“Comeinside.”
Chapter 30
Quinn
We sit together on the wicker sofa in the back garden once introductions are over.I met Dennis, her husband, and Rory and Eric, my two half brothers who are twenty-one and nineteen respectively.Both are in college and home for the term break.
They all insisted that Logan had to see the horses and other farm animals.Knowing what Logan is like with anything like that and the lure to some outdoor adventure I guessed he was only too happy to accept the invite.
That left me and Heather together to talk.It was the first time in my life that I didn’t feel like I’d be stuck for words.
Talking to her has been like talking to myself.She’s just like me.
She stares back at me and reaches out to touch my hair.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop touching you,” she says and I laugh remembering that was the first thing she’d do whenever she saw me.
“It’s okay. You used to do that in the past too.I just thought you liked my hair.”
“I do. It’s so pretty. You’re so pretty.”
“So are you.”
“At least now you know I wasn’t some crazy hair touching lady.” She chuckles but then her smile falters.“I have so much to say, but I don’t know where to start.I don’t know if I should start.Over the years I tried not to think about you because it was so hardand there was nothing I could do about it.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what my father put you through.”
She shakes her head. “My dear girl, that’s not for you to apologize.”
