I hold the small blue envelope in my hand, at the handwriting I already recognize. An answer is in the envelope that I can’t turn away from. It will change everything with the rip of a paper and unleash a truth none of us could have though possible. As hard as it is to open, I have no choice. So I allow my finger to run along the sealed flap and take a deep breath before my shaking fingers take the piece of paper out.
To my Sweet Girl,
I stare at you as you lay in my arms. My body torn between letting you go live a life far better than I can give you right now and keeping you with me for pure selfishness on my part. I’m hoping if you ever read this letter, you’re old enough to realize this heart gripping decision was not made lightly. Your small breaths and movements have kept me mesmerized all night. I’ve cried over you, laughed at your squirming, but most of all loved you. If you ever want to find me, please do. I’ve included the information I think you could use to locate me. But if you don’t, I get that too. I hope you have a great life filled with parents who can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.
Please never think I don’t love you because I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more. It’s my loved filled heart that helped guide me to your parents.
Love,
Trey Michaels
I pass the note to Aunt Holly and sigh. Could she be right? Could he really not have known Chloe was his daughter?
Chapter 23
Trey
The warm water cascading down my body, leaving small bubbles around the drain has me craving Kailey. We very rarely ever get nights like last night, ones where we don’t have to worry about kids coming into the bedroom or being distracted in some way. I rack my brain for why I never noticed her before. The love of my life has been right in front of me how many times, and I just fucking ignored her. The whole scenario makes me sick thinking about it.
Drying myself off, I do a quick shave. Kailey always likes it when my face is smooth. Opening the drawer, the perfume bottle rolls down. I haven’t smelled that since Kailey and I became so close. I guess with all the events that have unfolded recently I haven’t had much time to think about it. Or Kailey has filled that part of me. Still seeing it there, I pick it up and smell the scent and like always, I’m back in that vinyl hospital chair. She’s in my arms, squirming back and forth as I smile down at her. Then I start hearing Kailey rumbling around in the other room. Her footsteps hard against the floor and swearing under her breath.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, not sure why I bother, I’ll be making sure I take her one more time before we head back. When I open the door, her hand rests on the knob of the bedroom door, already dressed.
She holds up the picture of my daughter. “Who is this?” she demands. I’m thrown slightly, since I told her about the baby already. Not sure why she’s surprised, but I should have shown her already. So she knew everything, especially since we’ve been through so much. She didn’t need to be caught off guard. But her mannerisms scream it’s something else, especially when she starts really yelling at me. I’m trying to answer her, but she keeps screaming.
“You bastard,” she yells. “How could you? I fucking believed you loved me. You manipulative asshole.” Then flees the room.
I bolt to the door, but when I get out the hallway everybody’s fucking there. Brady is the closest, and I’m practically begging him with my eyes to keep her there.
“No, I’m not. Your roommate is a fucking prick, who uses people’s hearts to gain what he wants.” I’m struck dumb. I don’t know why she’s reacting this way.
“Did you all know?” She calls out to all them, their just as confused faces as mine. I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about. “Can you take me home?” she asks Sadie. Oh, hell no. There’s no way she’s going anywhere without telling me something.
She begins to walk down the steps, but stops and points her finger at me. “Stay the hell away from her. Do you understand me?”
I begin to argue, but she continues her rant not even paying attention to me.
“Do you get some sick twisted pleasure on tormenting me? All these months, all the lies. How could you do this to me?” Her eyes overflowing with tears, spilling down her cheeks. “I knew it. I knew there was a reason you pursued me the way you did.” Shit, we’re back to this again. When will she ever understand what she is to me?
She can’t leave without answering me. “Kailey! Talk to me, I don’t understand? Why are you so mad I didn’t show you the picture?”
“Did you think the situation was your opening, and I was your golden ticket? If you think you’re going to get her now because Jen and Caden are dead, you’re mistaken. I’ll fight you till my last breath. Do you understand me?” There goes those unblinking eyes, like small laser beams into mine.
My patience beginning to falter, I scream. “Who the hell are you talking about?”
“Chloe. You gave her up, Trey! Using her mother’s illness to sneak into her life through her aunt’s weakness isn’t going to get her.” I heard nothing but Chloe. Then the realization of what she’s talking about sinks in; Chloe’s the one in the picture. Chloe is my daughter. I want to drop to my knees and weep. What? How? No? Questions race through my mind, small questions bubbling around. “Don’t contact us, and don’t come around.” She runs down the stairs, and Sadie’s mouth is completely open in astonishment. She escapes the house, and I hop over the railing onto the stairs.
“Crap, someone get him clothes. I’ll grab his keys.” Brady hollers behind me.
I catch up to her as Sadie’s about to get in on the driver’s side. She quickly comes up to me, placing her hand on my chest. Ignoring she’s even there, I keep my sights on her. Kailey will not do this to me...to us. Soon Dex’s hand replaces Sadie’s, but his strength has nothing on my adrenaline.
I pound my hand against the glass, pleading with her to listen to me. Sadie continues to back out as the guys pull me back. Rob tosses a pair of jeans and t-shirt at me. I throw off the towel, tossing it to the ground.
“Fuck, man, Mrs. Fletcher doesn’t need a show of your bare ass,” Dex sarcastically remarks.
Ignoring him, I grab my keys that Brady’s dangling in front of me and run to my car. I’m half way down the block when I realize Brady’s in the passenger seat.
“What the hell is going on? What is all this about Chloe?” he asks as I weave in and out of traffic, zooming through lights. Barely stopping at the stop signs, I attempt to answer.
“From what I gather from Kailey’s reaction, Chloe is my daughter I gave up when I was in high school.”
“You had a child?” Brady questions.
“Have,” I clearly state.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant. It’s Chloe? Did you know?”
I take a second to glare at him, and he holds up his hand backing up.
“Does it look like I fucking knew?”
“It’s just an odd coincidence, don’t you think?” Brady mentions, and I can’t help but agree with him.
“Closed adoption. Neither of us knew anything about each other. The parents sent the picture to the agency, who gave it to me.” I admit way more than I want to, but he’s the only one asking.
“You never said anything?”
“What am I supposed to say? Yeah, I knocked up my girlfriend and gave up my kid,” I sarcastically comment, swerving the car around a bend.
“We’re your friends. You knew about my family,” he mentions. It’s not like he could hide that as easily as I could.
“Sorry,” I say, half-heartedly. Mostly because I want to get to her, explain I had no idea.
Just as I make the final turn, my tires squeal, and I skid to a stop before running out of the car.
Brady says something, but I don’t hear it because I only care about Kailey. She’s just up to the steps to the porch when I grab her wrist. “Kailey, listen to me,” I beg.
“NO! Get the fuck out of here,” she screams again.
Having no shame, I
get down on his knees, pleading with her. “Just listen to me god damn it!” I yell back. Uncle Clyde comes out to see what the commotion is. Sadie and Brady stand by the car, confused and shocked by what’s unfolding in front of their eyes, most likely sharing the stories between the car rides.
“You gave her up once, you’ll do it again. How could you think this would be good for her? Hasn’t she lost enough? We’re better without you. She is better off without you. The best thing you did was give up being a part of her life. She doesn’t need to know her birth father was such a selfish, manipulative bastard. Just leave,” Her words are like a cut to the wrist. Sharp and deliberate.
She breaks me when I watch her back disappear into the house. My body shutters with the sound of the door slamming, shattering my insides and I crumple to the ground, tears escaping out.
Brady and Sadie rush over when Clyde pulls me to my feet. “Tell me what’s going on?” His authoritative voice doesn’t scare me anymore. Actually only one thing scares me right now and it’s that my future is over.
We all enter the house, and the kids look at me questioning what exactly is going on. I want to wrap my arms around Chloe and pull her close. The urge to tell her I’m her dad is so great, I have to turn my head from staring at her. “We’ll take the kids to the park,” Sadie says, shuffling around for their shoes.
“Come on, guys, who can beat Brady to the slide,” Brady adds, trying to appear enthusiastic.
“Thank you,” Aunt Holly tells them as they’re walking out the door.
Clyde takes me into the kitchen, sitting me at the table. “Start from the beginning.” His no nonsense voice demands. Holly pours me some lemonade, although my body is craving Jack right about now. With shaky hands I bring it up to my mouth, trying to moisten the dryness of my throat. Holly places her hand on arm, telling me to calm down. She won’t be saying that in a second.
“When I was seventeen, I got my girlfriend pregnant,” I admit. Shit, I feel like I’m at a damn AA meeting between Brady and now them. “My girlfriend and I gave her up for adoption.”
“You kept this from Kailey?” Uncle Clyde questions.
“I did at first, but I told Kailey months ago when things really started getting serious between us.”
“So, I’m not sure I understand,” he says.
“She found a picture of my daughter in a drawer this morning. She recognized the baby,” I practically choke back my cries.
“Oh My God!” Holly covers her mouth and sits back, her own tears welling in her eyes. “Did you know?”
“No, I swear I didn’t. If I did, I would have said something.” I shake my head violently, trying to make my point.
“I’ll be upstairs,” Holly stands up and exits the room. My eyes find Clyde, watching me warily, most likely thinking I’m a liar.
“You have to believe me.” He raises his eyebrows. “Shit, I barely believe myself. It’s so fucked up.” I drop my head in my hands. “What the hell am I supposed to do? Tell me, Clyde. Should I just disappear out of their lives? I’ll do whatever you say because my mind is fucking screwed up right now I have no idea what’s best for them.” The tears fall onto the table. My mind is racing, I wanted this life before I even knew Chloe was mine. Could I even walk away from them if it was for the better? My mind says yes, but my heart screams no.
“You’re not going anywhere. You promise me you didn’t orchestrate this whole scenario?” he asks.
“No, I never would have thought it. About a month after I signed the papers, our adoption organizer called me and said she had something for us. When my ex-girlfriend and I went to pick up the envelope, she gave us each a picture and told us the adoptive parents wanted us to have it. We talked with her about our lives and what we were doing in school. Zoey, my ex, was having a hard time, partying non-stop. I think she was regretting giving her up, trying to mask it through drinking and having fun, but I didn’t know for sure. Then when we got in the car she confirmed it. She told me she caught the postage city stamped on the envelope. It was from Western. She wanted us to come up and find her. I told her it was for the best and that our daughter was in better hands than ours. It’s the day we broke up, she turned to drugs and alcohol to make her forget.
“For some reason when it came time to decide on a college, I thought I could be closer to her if I came here. In the first few months, I scanned every little girl, trying to compare them to the picture. I don’t know if I even had a clue of what I would have done if I had come across her. But as I started my college years, I knew Zoey and I made the right decision. I never stopped thinking of her, but I stopped searching for her. Believe me, Clyde, this has thrown me just as much as you guys.”
“What do you think you want?” he asks, tapping his fingers on the table.
“How could you ask me that?” I raise my face to stare into his.
“I think it’s a legitimate question.” His face stone cold.
“I was all in before I even knew Chloe was mine. Nothing changes that, but I’m not sure Kailey will ever believe me. If you think they’ll be happier without me, say the word and I’m gone.”
“That’s not a question for me.” His eyes shift to the left. Kailey stands in the doorway with the blue envelope in her hand. The letter I wrote to my daughter. My letter to Chloe. Her face is red faced and blotchy from tears.
Clyde gets up from the table. He and Holly walk out the front door. Kailey leans against the wall, fiddling with the letter in her hand.
“I guess she’s yours,” she mumbles, standing still.
“I didn’t know,” I say. My hands itch to hold her. For her to hold me. She’s the only one who calms me when I’m upset, but I may never get to feel that unconditional love ever again.
“I’m unsure of what to say, but here,” she steps forward and hands me the letter. “Please, tell me I’m not some naïve idiot for believing you had no idea Chloe was the same girl in this picture?” She digs the picture and letter out of her back pocket and hands them to me.
I look at the angelic baby remembering how many times I wondered where she was or what she was doing. All those questions now have answers, but they’ve brought on so many more questions because of it. “It was a closed adoption. All Zoey and I had was how long the parents were married, what they did for a living, and other unidentifiable information. We weren’t given any names or where they lived. Neither were they about us. There was a short bio on each of them. We went through so many, constantly disagreeing, but eventually we settled on...well, Jen and Caden. It said the guy worked for some research company and the woman was going to be a stay at home mom.” She nods her head, obviously still not convinced.
“Why did you come to Western if you were so set on not knowing anything?” I just realized if I would have told her most of this before we wouldn’t be where we are right now. Does she think I’m jumping up and down inside with excitement because I’m still shocked on the whole issue.
“I did come to be close, I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t set on not knowing anything. It was one of the hardest things about the adoption. The only couple Zoey and I felt right about wanted a closed adoption. It wasn’t what we wanted, but we felt they would be the best parents—for Chloe.
“The first few months after I came to Western, I would look in every stroller, trying to find her. But then I met Brady, Dex, and Rob. Eventually I came to realize, if I believed in my decision to place her for adoption, I had to live my life. Make something of myself. Pretty soon I wasn’t glancing in every stroller or scrutinizing every little girl looking for any similarities as I walked by. She stayed with me, but assured she was living a great life I let her go. And I’m thankful I was right. That I gave her to people like Jen and Caden makes me even more sure of my decision.” I toss my hands through my short hair, resting them on the back of my neck. At the rate I’m going to pull out all the newly grown hair.
“How do I know you didn’t figure it out and used me to get close?”
> I sit there quietly for a while contemplating how to go about this because it’s a sore subject for her. But to really convince her I have to say it. I grab her hand between both of mine, happy when she doesn’t pull away. “Kailey,” I bite my lip, wishing I still had my piercing to fidget with. “Don’t you think I would have approached you before the airplane?” Her face falls and her eyes dart to the table, and she attempts to pull her hand from my grip. Grasping it harder, I entwine our fingers and place my finger under her chin, bringing her face up to look at me. “I don’t say it to hurt you. I regret every day before that airplane ride. If I could go back and change it, I would, but we can’t. It proves Kailey that I really had no idea. Please, believe in what we’ve built together. I know it took me forever to find you, but the day I did everyone else disappeared.” My teeth find my lip again, nervous habits are hard to break.
Then she walks over to the wooden table, opening the bottom drawer. As soon as she pulls it out, I figure out what it is. She rests it on the table and takes a seat. The pastel colored book labeled Our Baby Girl grips at my heart. “Here you go,” she pushes it toward me, and I hesitantly begin to open. “Jen and Caden tried for three years to have a baby. She went through rounds of fertility treatments. They explored international adoption, but domestic as well. One case fell through. It was to be an open adoption. The birth mom changed her mind after two weeks. Jen had already mothered that baby. Set up to get breast milk from one of those agencies. It devastated her. They agreed that they would only do closed adoption after that. They were on wait lists after wait lists, and Jen was growing extremely impatient. I remember the day she told me about Chloe. She was so excited, but I could see the fear in her eyes that one day, she would be taken away from her.”
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