by M. D. Melai
I stood there and tried to wrap my head around this new revelation. I thought about my deceased father. Did he know? Is that why he was always so harsh to me? Because I wasn’t his? I thought about the possibilities long enough to watch the sunset before I decided it was time to head back. Taking a few deep breaths, I made my way out of my room, down the stairs, out the front door, and back towards my parents’ house.
When I came through the door, Violet, Benito, and my mother were sitting on the couch. Their eyes flashed up and watched me as I closed the front door and walked across the room, taking a seat in the lounge chair opposite Benito.
“I realize that you must be beyond confused,” my mother started. “And I’m sure you have many questions, so we are here to answer them whenever you are ready.”
I nodded slowly, before looking at each one of them. Violet, like me, was still in shock, my mother’s behavior was very cautious, and Benito sat firmly, waiting for me to start. I sat there for a moment thinking of which question would be the right one to start off with.
“I guess my first question is, after all these years, why haven’t you told me?” I asked.
Benito sat there quietly, like he was thinking about the best way to answer my question. I gestured that he could take his time—I wanted his answer to be thorough and as well explained as he could make it.
It didn’t take too long for him to straighten up and compose himself enough to answer. I sat there patiently and waited for him to start.
“When Adela died, I lost myself,” Benito began. “While I do love Gabriella very much, Adela was special—she is the love of my life. I couldn’t handle things after she died, and I took off for a few years, leaving you with Mamma and Pops. I was full of resentment and it moved quickly into destruction. It wasn’t healthy for you to be around me. I went through every stage of grief and depression there is known to man. It took me a long time, but I slowly found myself again,” he said, a little ashamed of himself.
I could understand depression, and the effects it had on people. Although I didn’t experience the pain Benito felt after Adela’s death, I could still remember how far and quickly I spiraled the first time Emilio left me.
“When I returned,” Benito continued, “you were already five. You were so happy and settled. I was a stranger to you, so Mamma, Pops, and I came to an agreement that it would be in your best interest that they raise you as their own for the time being.”
“What happened to Adela?” I asked. Benito’s face quickly drained of all color, and I immediately started to retract my question. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”
“No, you have every right to know what happened to her,” he said.
This was clearly painful for him, and I never would have asked if I had known that this was the reaction I was going to get.
“She was murdered when you were two.” He choked up a little, before continuing. My heart broke for him instantly. “We had been home all day, and Adela insisted that evening that we needed to get out of the house, so we went and got ice cream.” He stopped and smiled at the memory. “Even though it was already dark, the ice cream parlor was only a few blocks away—at least that was Adela’s argument. So, I finally gave in and we headed out.
“When we were on our way home, two people met us on the street. Adela immediately recognized them, and explained that they worked for her father. She wanted to talk to them, but you started to get tired. She handed you to me, and told me head back home, saying that she would meet us back at the house. I had a bad feeling, but she said she could handle it. I fought her over it, and even tried to hand you back to her, but she wouldn’t take you. All she said was that I was overreacting and she’d be home soon. She kissed me and you and told me she loved us and would see us in a minute. Your crying was getting louder and louder, and I could tell that you were past ready to go home. I needed to get you in bed and to sleep, so I left her. We made it all the way to the steps in front of our apartment building before I heard the gunshot in the distance. I knew it was her—there was no one else around.”
“Wait! What? Her father’s men killed her?” I asked bewildered.
He barely nodded and then hung his head.
“Why?” I asked.
“To this day, we still don’t know. I’m not sure if it was an accident or premeditated.”
“What happened after you heard the gunshot?” I asked.
“I had called Giorgio on our way back to the house. I had talked to him earlier that day, and knew he was close by at a friend’s house. He was less than a block away, and was going to watch you while I went back for Adela. He was running down the block when the gunshot went off. I remember the look in Giorgio’s eyes—he knew.
“I ran as fast as I could back to her. No one was there by the time I reached the spot where I had left her. There was a puddle of blood, and then a small trail leading away, so I followed it to an alleyway two buildings down.”
Benito stopped for a second as he braced himself. Tears were starting form in his eyes, and I could tell that they would escape soon. My mother moved and put her arms around him as I reached across and took his hand—squeezing it softly as he gave me a tight smile.
He continued as soon as he gained some of his composure. “It was like everything went in slow motion after that as I watched them load her lifeless body into the back of their car. I started running toward them, screaming, but they jumped in and pulled away before I reached them.”
Benito, who was so strong, was crumbling right in front of me—like this happened yesterday, and not over twenty years ago.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, suddenly feeling the loss of someone I didn’t even know. For the first time, I felt like a part of me was missing.
“It’s okay. Even after twenty years, it still hurts. She was beautiful—the love of my life, and she was taken way before her time.”
“I think that’s enough questions for today,” my mother spoke up. She was clearly hurting with him. “How about I start on dinner? Violet, Lily, would you please help?”
“It’s fine, Mamma. If Lily still has questions, then I can still answer them,” Benito retorted.
“Honestly, I can’t think of anything else right now. I’m still trying to process everything.”
And I was. My birth mother had been killed by her own family, who in turn had killed Roman, and my fath—grandfather.
“I might randomly ask a question as I think of them, if that’s okay?” I asked Benito.
“Of course, feel free… anytime.”
“Thanks,” was all I said as I stood and headed towards the kitchen to help with dinner.
There were plenty more questions that I wanted to ask, but seeing Benito in this state—I couldn’t do that to him. I had never seen him this vulnerable before—it scared me. I knew that he was strong enough to continue, but I wasn’t cruel enough to have him endure the retelling of such a horrible story.
***
None of us spoke through dinner—I don’t think anyone knew what to say. The events of the afternoon had left us all in a daze. All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to get through with dinner so Violet and I could talk about everything privately. I wanted her thoughts, and to hear her point of view on the situation. When Benito explained everything earlier, she had just sat there quietly, listening and taking everything in, just like me.
As soon as dinner was over and the dishes were done, the two of us retreated to my room. I flung myself on my bed as soon as I entered the room, wishing and praying I could go back and redo this day—starting with not getting the pictures from the closet.
“I don’t know what to say,” Violet spoke up as soon as she closed the door to the room.
“Me neither,” I responded as I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Are you doing okay?” she asked, taking a seat beside me.
With every passing moment since talking with Benito, I had slowly become more and more u
pset about everything that had transpired. I didn’t want to pretend to know what it was like to be in his shoes, because I could only imagine, but to say that his abandonment didn’t bother me would be a lie.
“Honestly, I know I put up a front like I’m okay with this, but I'm not. I don’t understand how, after all these years, they never told me. I’m twenty-three years old. They’ve had years to tell me, and they chose not to.
“And why didn’t Benito step up and just be a father to me after his return? I’m sure it would have been an adjustment for the both of us to get used to, but I was still young—it would have been easier then than now.”
“It wasn’t just him, but your parents and brothers too,” she concluded. “Do you think Dante knows?”
“I don’t think so. He would have only been four when all of this happened, so unless they told him, I don’t think he would remember it. And wouldn’t you think he would have told me if he knew?”
“Probably,” she said, not sounding too sure of herself. “Why don’t you just ask Benito all those questions?”
“You saw him. I have never seen Benito like that before—ever. I don’t want to upset him anymore right now.”
Violet nodded in agreement.
“I will be asking more questions, though,” I reassured her. “Right now, I’m just too confused and upset. I feel like I’m mourning not only my father, who is actually my grandfather, but also a mother I didn’t even know existed.”
“I can only imagine,” Violet said as she wrapped her arms around me.
We stayed like that for a while—Violet hugging me and reassuring me everything was going to be okay. She let me know she was here for me anytime I needed her. Eventually, she got up and headed to the shower to get ready for bed.
I was sitting on the bed when my mother knocked on the door and entered. She swiftly made her way towards me and sat down next to me, placing her hand on my chin, and lifting my eyes to meet hers.
“Please don’t be upset with us, especially with Benito. He regrets his decision no matter what he says,” she began. “He was under so much pressure, and I’m sorry we never told you—we should have. Just remember we all make mistakes we wish we could take back.”
“You’ve had twenty years to tell me,” I retorted sourly.
“I know, and it was wrong on all our parts, but after caring for you like my own, I didn’t want to give you up. I was scared that you would reject me and never speak to me again.”
“I would never have rejected you. Would I have been upset? Yes, but not near as much as I am right now. I was five!”
“Benito and I realize that now. Your father, Benito, and I should have handled things differently. I just want you to know that Benito loves you. He loves you so much, and he just did what he thought was best for you at the time.
“And I love you too. You will always be my Liliana. And I will be here when you’re ready to talk about this more, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded as she took me in her arms and hugged me tightly.
***
The next morning I woke up to the sun glaring into our room. Last night had been rough. I had tossed and turned, only falling asleep for moments at a time. My mind wouldn’t let me rest, even though I was mentally and physically drained.
Violet must have got up at some point, because when I finally sat up in bed, she was nowhere in sight. She must have already made her way downstairs. A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand showed me it was already nine in the morning.
I sat there a few more minutes before I threw the covers off me and made my way to my dresser. I pulled up my hair up into a ponytail and changed my clothes before I headed downstairs.
My mother, Benito, and Violet were all at the kitchen table eating breakfast when I came in. My mother immediately stood, walked over to the stove, and made me a plate.
“What would you like to drink?” she asked as she set my plate down in front of me.
“Coffee is fine,” I replied.
“What time are they supposed to get here?” Violet asked Benito anxiously.
“Within the next hour,” Benito replied.
“Who’s coming?” I asked.
“Your brothers, Emilio, and Lucas,” Violet responded as if it was obvious.
I had completely forgotten that they were coming in today. That was another thing that I didn’t want to face: Emilio, Lucas, and my relationship with each of them. The last two years had been nothing but back and forth on my part. I loved them both, but differently. It wasn’t fair to either one of them. I needed to make a decision, and I knew that.
“Right, I forgot that they were coming in today,” I responded.
After breakfast, I found Benito sitting in the living room. I had mentioned earlier that I had a few more questions about Adela that I had thought of last night.
“I don’t want to ask anything specific,” I said, taking a seat on the couch across from him. “I just want to know more about Adela, I guess. What was she like? How did you two meet? Did she love me?” I asked anxiously. I knew my mother would always be my mother, but after finding out about Adela, it felt as if a part of me, I didn’t know existed, was missing.
“We met at a coffee shop in the city when we were seventeen. She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen in my life. I was drawn to her,” he said as a smile curled up his face. “I was actually dating another girl at the time, and she was furious when she caught me staring at Adela. Needless to say, that relationship ended quickly,” he laughed.
“I can’t tell you how many times I asked her out,” he continued. “She kept telling me no, but finally one day, she said yes. I remember telling myself that once I got her, I was never going to give her an excuse to walk away from me. We were inseparable from that moment on.
“She was sweet, outgoing, and never said a bad thing about anyone. Her personality was welcoming, and she was one of the most creative people I’d ever met. You definitely received your creative gene from her.”
I smiled each time Benito said something new about Adela. It was strange knowing that I inherited my talent from her, and that helped me build an intangible bond to her that I had yet to connect.
“We married as soon as we graduated high school,” he said, bringing me back from my thoughts. “And then, a year and a half later, we found out we were pregnant with you. I was scared as hell, but Adela, she was beyond excited. From the first moment she knew you were on the way, she loved you. She would sing to you every night. Her voice was beautiful,” he said as his smile quivered.
“I’ll never forget the day you were born,” he continued. “Neither one of us could have fathomed the love we instantly felt for you.”
As I listened to Benito explain Adela to me, I started to soften my judgment towards him. He was still so in love with her, so who was I to judge him when he was still obviously hurting years later?
Before Benito could continue, we heard voices coming from outside. The front door swung open, and Dante came through the door.
“Hey,” he said as soon as he saw Benito and me.
We heard a squeal right after, and we all watched as Violet came running down the steps and flung herself into Dante’s arms. He immediately kissed her, and moments later, he sat her feet back on the ground. I was so focused on their moment that I hadn’t even realized Emilio and Lucas had stepped through the door.
They were standing awkwardly side-by-side, both staring at me. My heart stopped momentarily, before it sped up as I looked at the two of them—both so handsome in their own way. It was as if right on que they each gave me a simple heart-stopping smile. Why did they have to be so… torturous?
Giorgio, Giovanni, and Marcello came through the door next, pushing past Emilio and Lucas to come and give Benito and me a hug. My mother was slowly making her way down the stairs at that time.
“What’s going on in here?” Giorgio asked after he hugged me. “It looks like you’re upset.”
Benito to
ok a deep breath before he answered. “I was telling Lily about Adela.”
“Adela!” Marcello exclaimed as shock spread across his, Giorgio’s, and Giovanni’s face.
“Who’s Adela?” Dante and Lucas both asked.
Before anyone else could speak up, Emilio replied.
“Adela is Lily’s birth mother.”