Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“It was a beautiful service,” Barbara says.
“It was. Stormy spoke very well in front of everyone.”
My eyes catch Stormy as she carries a tray of food over to my parents. Even though we have caterers here to do that, she’s been trying to keep busy. Anything she can do to stay away from the McCalls without coming off rude.
“Stormy and I had a long talk this morning while she was getting ready.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do, Levi? With the girls?”
“What do you mean?” I turn and look at her. She looks like she has the weight of the world weighing on her shoulders right now.
Barbara sighs and offers me a sweet smile. “Stormy has been trying to make a name for herself here with her dancing, and she has a couple of auditions coming up that she doesn’t want to pass up. If you take the girls back to Nashville. . .” She doesn’t need to finish her sentence for me to understand what she’s saying.
I raise the bottle once more to quench my thirst. It’s not nearly as strong as I need it to be to numb out everything that I’m feeling right now. Returning to Nashville is high on my priority list. It’s important to me, but may not be to my girls. The natural course of life has them dropping everything for me since I’m their sole provider, but Barbara is right about Stormy and the life she has been building. It was Iris who enticed her to come here for a career, and I can’t take that away from her.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says.
“Doubt it,” I reply as casually as possible. Nashville is my home. It’s where I’m comfortable, although it has been nice to be here and not have the paparazzi hounding me. For the most part, they don’t have any idea who I am. My music and the L.A. music scene don’t exactly mix. There have been a few times that we’ve attempted to have a concert here, but the ticket sales were so measly that the promoter pulled the plug and sent me outside the city to perform.
We thought for sure the media would hound the shit out of us once Iris’s death was made public and prepared for it. I had nightmares of what the headline would be, but some potential divorce was overshadowing the untimely death of my former spouse. Truthfully, I was okay with that. The less exposure for the girls, the better I felt.
That’s not to say there hasn’t been an article or two or the occasional photographer hanging around. The last time I looked outside one was talking to the security guard that we have stationed out front. That wasn’t my idea, but Barbara’s. She wanted to be prepared for whatever the media threw at us.
“I know you don’t want to stay here, Levi.”
“Our home is in Nashville.”
“And their home is here. You need to think about what’s best for them.”
Barbara leaves me with those parting words and heads over to my parents, no doubt telling them about our little conversation. Barbara and my mother are like best friends and often gang up on me. It’s horrible, but thankfully my father is usually in my corner, except I don’t know if he would be in this situation.
I don’t know if I’d be able to survive here, especially in this house. There is too much Iris everywhere I look. This was her town, her dreams that had nothing to do with me. Unfortunately, her dreams webbed right into our girls, and now I’m faced with being the bad guy by wanting to take it all away from them and head back to Tennessee. It’s the smart thing to do, get them acclimated back where we are going to live.
When Stormy disappears down the hall, I use this to my advantage. It’s clear that she’s been more open with Barbara than she has me and if something is going on or bothering her we need to discuss it.
I knock softly on her door before turning the knob. Stormy is sitting on her bed with tears in her eyes. My feet move swiftly until I’m sitting beside her and her head is nestled into the crook of my neck. Her arms are instantly wrapped around me. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now.
“It’s going to be okay, Stormy.”
She shakes her head. I get that she doesn’t think so, but she has to know that I’m going to do everything I can to make things better for her and her sister. I can’t bring their mama back, but I can make sure that they know how much I love them.
“I’m so mad at her,” Stormy mumbles into my shoulder.
I start to open my mouth to tell her that I am too, but I think better of it. I’m mad at her for entirely different reasons than Stormy is. I’ve been angry with Iris for years because of her selfishness, but I would never wish this upon her.