Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“Love you, Mom.” I bend to kiss her cheek. “I’ll call from the road.”
She nods and walks off with Salina toward the stairs. I stand there alone in the large foyer for a few minutes, not sure what I should do. A door opens down the hall, and my father emerges, looking distracted. Probably business.
“Maxim,” he says, surprise in his voice. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”
“Yeah. I want to see Millie before I get back on the road.”
“Did your mother go upstairs?”
I nod. “Today’s been difficult for her.”
“Most days are. I don’t think we come equipped with what it takes to handle the death of a child because it goes against the natural order of things, outliving your kid. It shouldn’t happen. It hurts too much.”
My father’s always sure, but I know right now, he’s lost in sorrow so deep he’s drowning. As surely as my mother’s hurting badly, so is he. He may not express it as freely as she does, but it’s there—an unseen force, an undertow, pulling him down.
He closes the space separating us. “How’s it going on the trail?”
“So far, so good. Just trying to stay relevant and be heard while the Dems and Republicans fight it out. My goal is to still be standing when Iowa rolls around in February.”
“You’ll be more than standing.” He grips my shoulder, looking me in the eye. “You’re gonna win this thing. Mark my words.”
I hesitate. I should leave well enough alone. This is the best we’ve gotten along in years, but if we’re going to rebuild our relationship, it has to be on a foundation of honesty. “If I do win, I’ll choose my own first lady.”
He stiffens but doesn’t try to deny my subtle accusation. “Salina’s a beautiful woman.”
“She is. I’m sure she’ll make someone very happy, but you already know who I want.”
“Yes, the one girl who hates me,” he says dryly.
“Oh, I’m sure there are lots of girls who hate you, Dad.” We both chuckle at that, and it feels good to laugh with him even if for only a second, but when we sober, I drive the point home. “I told you before, if you can’t accept Lennix in my life, we’ll never be able to really repair things between us.”
Neither of us breaks the stare or the silence following my words, and it’s like looking in a mirror that reflects shared memories and moments from when we were closer. A torrent of emotions is unleashed in my chest—ever-present grief, sadness for how my mother’s suffering, for how Millie’s suffering, and a longing to share some of this burden with the man I used to admire more than anyone. I’m not sure how we’ll find our way to anything close to that if he won’t yield.
“Tell her there won’t be any more Cade pipelines on protected land,” he says softly, finally.
For the space of a few seconds, I’m too shocked by his words to even process them.
“What? Tell who—”
“Tell Lennix.”
Not Ms. Hunter. Lennix.
My father and I were together the day I met Lennix. She was luminous and powerful and shone with her convictions. I still remember the way her voice broke when she said her mother’s name—her indignation that day when she asked if we could see her. If we could hear her. Nightmares about her mother are built on the land my father stole from her people.
“Tell her yourself.”
“What?” Dad asks, looking so much like me I wonder how Lennix stands it.
“You tell Lennix that you’ll never put another Cade pipeline on protected land. She deserves that.”
His throat bobs with the pride he’s swallowing, and he nods. “I’ll tell her myself, yes.”
It’s a huge concession. My father is too much of a strategist to give up something that crucial without an endgame in mind, something he gains.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I’ve already lost one son.” He glances up the stairs my mother took a few minutes before and sighs. “I can’t afford to lose the other.”
His words hit me in the solar plexus, and I’m short of breath like I was on that plane when I first got the news. Seeing both my parents suffer this way is more than I think I can take.
“I’ll go check on your mother,” he says. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to her and Millie.”
Before I can respond, he’s heading up the stairs. I stand there, not even sure what to do or feel but knowing I need to get out of here.
Even though the grief is suffocating, I’m not cowardly enough to leave without seeing Millie, so I force myself to search for her. She’s in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Unnecessary, because her parents have staff who would do that, but Millie needs to feel useful. She never intended to practice law for long. Her purpose was intricately laced with my brother’s. With him gone, she seems adrift. She’s young, beautiful, wealthy with no need to ever work again. I’ll make it my business to protect her and the kids from predators.