by Marie Force
Joe brought up the rear. “Everything all right?”
“It’s better now.”
“What’d your dad have to say?”
“All the right things. As always.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve got a sister, Joe.”
“So I’ve heard. What do you think of that?”
“I haven’t the first clue what to think of that. He said my brothers liked her. That counts for something.”
“Sure does. Maybe you will, too. Have you considered that possibility?”
“It’s beginning to occur to me.”
“How about you sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow?”
She closed the small distance between them and put her arms around him. “Do I get to sleep just like this? With your arms around me?”
He hugged her tightly. “Every night for the rest of your life.”
The baby monitor crackled to life as P.J. let out a wail. “Duty calls.”
He kissed her. “I’ll get him and change him.”
“I’ll be waiting for you.” She took advantage of the opportunity to change into a nightgown and prepare the bassinette for the baby. They were slowly introducing the crib for naps, but he still slept close to them at night. For the first month, he’d had wicked day-night confusion that had him up all night and wanting to sleep all day.
Thank goodness that stage was over, and they were sleeping at least part of the night, even with at least one middle-of-the-night feeding. Joe was always willing to help with anything he could do. By the time he delivered the baby to her a few minutes later, P.J. had worked himself into a full-on rage that immediately subsided when she guided him to her breast.
“Mommy has magic boobies, buddy. I’ve been telling her that for years now.”
Janey laughed, which dislodged the baby from her nipple. “Don’t make me laugh. It makes him mad.”
Joe ran a finger over the baby’s cheek. “Imagine having a child out there in the world that you didn’t even know existed.”
“I can’t. My dad has to be so spun up inside over everything he missed.”
“Yet he still made time to come here and make things right with you.”
“That’s because he’s the best daddy ever.”
“And he always will be. That’s one thing you can count on in this world.”
“That’s not the only thing.” She nodded at him, asking him to come closer so she could kiss him.
“Oh no?”
“I can count on you, too, to keep me sane when I’m losing my mind over something ridiculous.”
“This wasn’t ridiculous.”
“In the grand scheme of things, it was pretty ridiculous. After everything that happened when P.J. was born, I prefer to focus on my many blessings rather than obsessing about things that don’t really matter.”
“That’s a nice goal, but you’re still human, Janey, and something like this is going to throw you no matter how badly you’d like to think otherwise.”
“I love you, Joseph. Thanks for always having my back.”
“I love you, too, Jane Elizabeth. And your back is my favorite back in the whole world.”
Wrapped in her husband’s arms with her baby at her breast, Janey was at peace.
* * *
A somber group gathered at the ferry landing the next morning for the trip to the mainland. Laura’s mind raced with all the details involved with leaving the hotel for a week or more. Shane had assured her she had nothing to worry about. Even though his construction season was short, he was taking a week off from the affordable-housing project to oversee the hotel in their absence. Stephanie and Abby would be helping, as would the eager group of young summer staffers.
Though she knew her brother was more than capable, Laura was still nervous about leaving the hotel in the midst of the busy summer season. However, she was determined to put those worries aside so she could focus exclusively on Owen, who seemed to be focused exclusively on her.
“How do you feel?”
“Fantastic,” she said truthfully. Though neither of them had slept well the night before, she’d woken for the first time in months without the nausea and with more energy than she’d had in ages. “I feel like a new woman.”
“I’m so glad.” He eyed the open water outside the breakwater with trepidation. “Looks a little choppy out there. I hope you don’t get sick.”
“I won’t,” she said with more conviction than she actually felt. She’d been a victim of seasickness on nearly every crossing to the island for as long as she could remember. But the sickness had always been worth the payoff of seeing her beloved aunt, uncle and cousins. “Maybe the stuff Victoria gave me works for seasickness, too.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“What’s this? I thought you found puking women attractive?”
“Only one puking woman is attractive to me, and I think she’s had enough with the puking for now.”
“Yes, she has.”
David arrived with Daisy, who had come to drop him off at the ferry. She approached Sarah and gave her a hug. “I’ll be hoping and praying for a successful outcome,” Daisy said.
“Thank you, honey,” Sarah said.
The two women had bonded over their unfortunate histories with violent men.
“I wish I could come to support you,” Daisy said. “But we’re so crazy busy at work right now.”
“Not to worry. I’ll be well taken care of with this group.”
Daisy hugged Sarah again and whispered something in her ear that made the older woman tear up as she nodded. Then Daisy hugged and kissed David and left them with a wave.
Frank handed ferry tickets to Laura and Owen, Sarah and Charlie, Blaine, David, Dan, Evan and Slim.
“Before we go,” Sarah said, “I just want to thank you all for putting your lives on hold to help us. It means a lot to me and to Owen that we have such amazing friends and family to rely on.”
Charlie put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. Seeing them together filled Laura with happiness for her future mother-in-law.
“We’re happy to do it, Sarah,” Blaine said. “I think I speak for all of us when I say we want the bastard thrown in jail.”
“You definitely speak for me,” Owen said.
“Who’s covering for you this week?” Laura asked David as they walked onto the boat behind Owen, who pushed Holden in the stroller.
“One of my former colleagues from Boston came out for the week. He sees it as a vacation. We’ll see what he says after a week at the clinic.”
Holden kept everyone entertained on the ferry, and the conversation flowed among the group as if they were going somewhere fun rather than to a trial for a man who’d beaten his wife and children.
“How you feeling, hon?” Owen asked as the ferry dipped and rolled.
“Remarkably fine. It’s so weird to not feel nauseated.”
“We probably should’ve done this a long time ago.”
“Probably,” she said with a sigh. “I just hate to take anything when I’m pregnant. You never know if you’ll have a bad reaction or, God forbid, the babies do.”
“So far, so good. I hope it continues to work. I’ve hated watching you suffer.”
“Right back atcha. How’re you doing?”
“Good. Better now that we’re on the way. The thinking about it has been brutal the last few weeks. I just want to get it over with, and it feels like we’re doing that now.”
“What happens once we get there?”
“My mom and I have a meeting with the prosecutors at two o’clock today. Dan and your dad are going to come with us. It’s just procedural stuff, so no need for you to be there.”
“Your father won’t be there, will he?”
“No.” His tight-lipped expression told her a lot about how much he was dreading the inevitable confrontation with his father.
Curling her hands around his arm, she rested her head on his shoulder and watched his mother and Charlie play with H
olden on the bench across from theirs. Holden laughed at everything Charlie did, which made Laura smile. He was going to be an incredible grandfather to their children.
“For what it’s worth,” Laura said, “I have a good feeling about all of this.”
“I’m glad you do.”
“My dad brought me up to believe that while our justice system is flawed, most of the time it works exactly the way it’s supposed to. You and your mom have a strong case and a good team backing you. It’s going to be okay.”
“Keep telling me that, will you?”
“Any time you need to hear it.”
Chapter 25
At one thirty that afternoon, Owen, Sarah, Frank and Dan took a cab from the hotel to the downtown Richmond office of the Commonwealth’s Attorney. Tom Corcoran, the assistant commonwealth attorney who was prosecuting the case, met them in the reception area and welcomed them into a conference room.
Here we go, Owen thought, girding himself for battle.
Tom’s warm personality and helpful attitude had been a source of comfort to Owen and his mother over the last year as they prepared for this day. They introduced him to Frank and Dan, and took seats around a big table.
Sitting at the head of the table next to a stack of file folders, Tom asked about their trip and made a big deal out of meeting Dan Torrington, whose reputation preceded him.
“A few developments since the last time we spoke,” Tom told them after all the pleasantries had been dispensed with. “Chief among them is General Lawry’s willingness to entertain a plea deal.”
Owen felt like he’d been electrocuted. Was it really going to be that easy?
“What kind of a plea deal?” Sarah asked hesitantly.
“He’s willing to consider pleading no contest to one felony count of domestic assault and battery in exchange for us dropping the other charges,” Tom said.
“What does that mean?” Sarah asked, looking to Frank and Dan for an explanation.
“It means,” Frank said, “he’s not admitting guilt or claiming innocence. Basically he’s entertaining the option as a way of avoiding the trial.”
“Would there be jail time?”
“We’d ask for seven years and probably get five with three to serve and at least two years’ probation after he’s released.”
Owen knew a moment of pure relief at hearing his father would definitely spend time in jail. That was all he’d wanted from the outset. “What do you think, Mom?”
“So,” Sarah said carefully, “he wouldn’t plead guilty, but he’d still go to jail?”
“That’s right,” Tom said. “Here’s the thing, Sarah. We all know what happened that night. You know it, he knows it and the witnesses who’ve come to testify know it. But we have no way to prove that Mark Lawry was the one who actually beat you that night. We have your son’s testimony detailing years of abuse at the hands of his father, but we also have no proof of that. No police reports or anything to back up his claims. It becomes a matter of your word and Owen’s against Mark’s. As I’ve mentioned before, Mark’s standing in the community is also working against us. No one wants to believe a high-ranking air force officer is capable of this.”
“You’re recommending we take the plea, then?” Owen asked.
“If Sarah were my mother, I’d encourage her to take the deal to avoid the strain of the trial,” Tom said.
“Frank? Dan? What do you think?” Owen asked.
“It puts him in jail for years,” Frank said, “which has always been the goal.”
“I agree,” Dan said. “It’s not a perfect deal, but it includes prison time, so I’d advise a client to consider it very seriously.”
“Mom?”
After a long period of silence, Sarah said, “I appreciate what all of you are saying, and I see the benefit of accepting the plea deal. But I want to hear him say he did it. I want him to admit, in public, that he beat me and our children while the rest of the world was holding him up as a hero. I want him to say the word guilty. If he’s unwilling to do that, no deal.”
“He’s indicated he’s unwilling to plead guilty.”
“Then I guess there’s no deal,” Sarah said.
“You understand we have no guarantee of a guilty verdict, right?” Tom asked.
“I understand.”
“He could walk free, Mom. Are you prepared for that possibility?”
“He may walk free, but everyone will know what he did, and that would be punishment enough for me.”
“Then we’re going to trial,” Tom said.
* * *
“You should’ve seen her,” Owen said to Laura that night in bed. “She was so strong and resolute. I was so proud of her.”
“I don’t blame her for wanting him to have to say the words in public. Do you?”
“No, I don’t, but I sort of wish we could’ve taken the plea and made it all go away. We could’ve chosen not to be in court when he entered the plea and left without even having to see him.”
“That might’ve been easier for both of you, but I’m sort of secretly glad that Sarah is sticking it to him. It’s the least of what he deserves.”
“I have an awful confession to make.”
“What?”
“When I was a kid and everything was happening with my dad, I used to sort of secretly hate her a little bit. That she could stand by and let that happen to us. I blamed her, you know?”
“You were a child, Owen. How could you be expected to understand all the deeper issues that kept her tied to him?”
“I couldn’t understand. I know that now. But then, I hated her. I hated her later for not leaving him when there was no reason to stay anymore. I thought she was weak and spineless and all sorts of other unflattering things.”
“She might’ve been all those things when she was with him, because that’s how she was able to survive. But since she left him, I’ve seen her strength and her resolve and her determination. Those qualities were in her all along. She just needed the opportunity to let them out.”
“You’re right about that. Today was the first time I truly understood just how strong she’s always been, and I feel so bad for the way I used to feel about her.”
“She wouldn’t want you to feel bad. She’d tell you to put those unproductive emotions where they belong—in the past. She’d tell you all of it was your father’s fault, not yours and not hers. She’d tell you she loves you more than just about anyone else in the world for what you helped her to endure. And I know all this because she’s told me so, many times.”
“I love how close the two of you have gotten.”
“She’s like my second mother, and I love her very much.”
“She loves you, too.”
Laura raised herself up and propped her chin on his chest, looking him in the eye. “No matter what happens at this trial, neither of you ever has to see him again, so you’ve already won.”
“That’s true.”
“Take comfort in knowing that in all the ways that truly matter, this nightmare is already over for both of you. He’s out of your lives, and he’s going to stay out of your lives. When you see him tomorrow, remember that.”
“I’ll try to,” Owen said, dreading the showdown that had been ten years in the making.
“And in the meantime,” Laura said, straddling him and then leaning over to kiss him, “you really ought to take advantage of your fiancée’s newfound burst of energy.”
“Is that right?” he asked, thrilled to see her looking so well again.
She sank down on him, forcing every thought from his head that didn’t involve her and the exquisite pleasure they found together. “Yes,” she said with a sigh. “That’s exactly right.”
* * *
Mark Lawry was a lot smaller than Owen remembered. Or maybe Owen was just a lot bigger. Either way, the startling realization that he was now substantially taller and broader than his father provided a measure of calm that he hadn’t expected to feel the f
irst time he laid eyes on him again. The mean sneer was exactly as he recalled it, though, and was directed at him and his mother as they took seats in the courtroom.
He kept telling himself that his father couldn’t touch him—in any way—unless he let him, and he had no plans to let him.
Owen wasn’t at all surprised to see his father in full uniform, as if he wanted to remind the judge of who he was and how honorably he’d served his country. The judge would be hearing and deciding the case, as Mark had waived his right to a jury trial, putting all his eggs in the judge’s basket.
Over breakfast, Dan had shown them the in-depth Associated Press story the Richmond Times-Dispatch had run that morning about the decorated air force general who would stand trial for domestic assault and battery. Dan had pointed out that because an Associated Press reporter had written the story, it would be picked up all over the state and possibly beyond. Any time a high-ranking military officer got into trouble of any sort, it was big news.
Owen pondered his father’s likely reaction to the press coverage the trial was generating. He would be enraged and looking to blame everyone but himself for the mess he found himself in. Once upon a time, Owen, his mother and siblings would’ve paid the price for that.
His mother reached for his hand and held on tight, while Laura held his other hand. They held on through opening statements that detailed the charges against his father.
“You will hear from Mark Lawry’s oldest child, who will tell you about a childhood marred by abuse and violence,” Tom said. “The defense will portray Mark Lawry as an all-American hero, but Sarah and Owen Lawry will tell a different story. They’ll tell you about a man who beat his wife nearly to death over undercooked chicken. You’ll hear about a man who once broke his young son’s arm in a fit of rage and then later had that same son arrested for assault when he dared to defend himself against his father’s fists. They’ll tell the truth as they lived it. Mark Lawry is a violent, vicious predator who belongs in jail, Your Honor. To allow him to walk free, wearing the uniform of the United States Air Force, is a travesty to everyone who has or is serving our country honorably.”