The Bracelet
Karen Rose Smith
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Prologue
“You’ve got to tell Sean and Kat what happened over there!” Laura Malone couldn’t keep her voice calm, couldn’t keep fear from beating against her chest, couldn’t alleviate the turmoil in her husband’s eyes.
After yanking off his tie, Brady tossed it on top of his desk. “Sean’s going to believe what he wants anyway. He doesn’t listen to anything I say. He hasn’t for years.”
Eighteen now, Sean admired his father. Yet in a way, that was the reason they disagreed as often as they did. Sean felt he couldn’t live up to his dad’s expectations. Kat? Kat adored her dad and would listen to any explanation he gave.
“If you don’t talk to them, they’ll hear the reporters spin the story. It might even make the eleven o’clock news. Sean could hear about it at baseball practice. Kat’s been upstairs with her headphones on since she got home from school and is oblivious for the moment. But as soon as she comes down, she’ll see the news vans and have questions.” At fourteen, their daughter was always full of questions.
Anxiety and worry had arrived on the Malone doorstep with the evening paper. Laura couldn’t believe the local reporter had dug into Brady’s service records and then snooped until he’d found someone to talk to him. She couldn’t believe he’d unearthed the details of what had happened to her husband thirty-seven years ago. Just because Brady would soon be honored with the York, Pennsylvania, Millennium Club’s Man of the Year Award….
He was such a tall man, such a strong man, usually so full of energy, his blue eyes so intense and clear. As she studied her husband of thirty-three years, she realized he’d taken control of his emotions as he always had. He’d withdrawn and was hiding them from her.
He looked so tired. When he’d returned home from the office, he’d found the news vans outside and the newspaper article he didn’t want to deal with.
Their phone rang insistently. More reporters. Probably Brady’s sister. They’d had Easter dinner with her like a normal family yesterday. Today…
“The reporters can do what they want, say what they want, spin what they want.” Apparently Brady wasn’t able to check all of his anger. It edged every word. “The past is in the past.”
That had been her husband’s mantra for years. She’d never agreed. But she’d gone along because she loved him…because she wanted their marriage to be solid…because she understood why he wouldn’t want to dig the past up. “I’m afraid that with all this Sean will start drinking again. We think he’s stopped. But do we really know?”
Brady’s angular face was tight with strain as he ran his hand through his black hair. “Sean’s ready to live his own life. You worry too much about him.”
Her voice rose in spite of her efforts to keep calm. “Maybe you don’t worry enough! You think grounding him when he gets out of hand is all the attention he needs.”
She hated fighting with Brady. Arguments during their marriage had been rare. But lately, they were at odds more often, especially over the kids.
“Sean needs to learn how to handle life on his own,” Brady protested. “Once he goes to college—”
“Then you won’t have to deal with him. Maybe if you did…if you faced the kids learning about what happened in Vietnam—”
As Brady turned away from her, she thought he was putting up his guard again. She thought he was going to shut down, walk away and—
Brady’s palm went to his chest. One shoulder sagged and he collapsed onto the carpet.
“Brady! Brady,” she called as if she expected him to lever himself off the floor and be fine. Then reality struck. She ran to him and fell on her knees beside him, shouting for their daughter.
But it wasn’t Kat who appeared at the door. It was Sean, in his baseball uniform. His face was almost as pale as Brady’s.
He rushed to his dad. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I think he’s having a heart attack.” Shaking off her panic, Laura felt light-headed. This man was her love…her life. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t.
Brady’s face turned gray as sweat beaded his brow.
Strands of light brown hair escaped Laura’s ponytail and brushed her cheeks as she laid her hand on her husband’s chest. “Brady? Brady! Can you hear me?”
He wasn’t breathing.
She almost panicked. Then she knew what she had to do. She directed Sean, “Help me—you know CPR.”
She tilted Brady’s head back and listened, desperate to hear breaths. She heard none. Checking for a pulse, she found none.
“I’ve never worked on a real person.” Her son’s voice shook.
Pinching Brady’s nose, she covered his mouth with hers and blew until his chest rose, then checked for a pulse again. She still didn’t feel one. “Start the compressions.”
Sean knelt beside his father and did what he’d learned in a summer safety class.
After Laura administered two breaths, she stared at Brady, hoping for signs of life. Tears burned in her eyes as she thought about their argument.
“What’s going on? I heard you yell—” Kat froze as she saw her father collapsed in front of the bookshelves.
“Call 911,” Sean shouted at her. “Dad’s having a heart attack. Call them now!”
She stood immobilized.
Watching Brady’s chest rise and fall, monitoring Sean’s compressions, ready to give measured breaths again, Laura fought for calm and said, “Kat, pick up the phone and call 911.”
As Kat crossed to the desk, Laura breathed into her husband, knowing she loved him as much as life itself. She would do anything in her power to save him.
Chapter 1
Brady’s heart attack was her fault. Her fault.
As guilt ate at Laura, she knew she had to be strong for Sean and Kat. She couldn’t cry. But her abhorrence of hospitals had her trembling inside. This waiting room for the cardiac intensive care unit was supposed to be an oasis in the midst of mayhem. Outside of its walls there were shiny tile floors, glass cubicles, nurses clad in scrubs and patients the staff couldn’t save.
Her first encounter with York General Hospital had come when she was twelve. Her parents had suffered a terrible automobile accident and they’d been brought here. They’d both died a few days apart. Early in her marriage to Brady, three miscarriages had been confirmed here. Their child who’d died of SIDS had been autopsied here.
She’d thought she’d learned to steel herself when she walked into the bright atrium lobby, trying to wrap a protective layer around herself—some kind of barrier that would remove her from everything that was going on behind the doors, on upper floors, in operating rooms. But even as recently as last year, when she’d brought Kat to the E.R. after a skateboarding accident, she’d known she could never protect herself from what happened in this building. It had only taken her fifty-eight years to learn that.
Worried sick about Brady, waiting to hear
from the cardiologist, she glanced at Sean and Kat, who were seated on the long sofa, still in shock and silent.
A white-coated doctor finally strode into the room. “Mrs. Malone?”
She realized so many of the doctors she saw in this time of her life were younger than she was. This one appeared to be in his forties. His brown hair, parted to one side, dipped boyishly over his brow. However, when she looked into his gray eyes, she saw the maturity he needed to do what he did.
“Yes, I’m Laura Malone.” She extended her arm to Kat and Sean. “These are my children. Brady’s children.” She and Brady had gone to great lengths to make sure Sean and Kat never felt adopted, always understood they’d been specially chosen. Kat had believed them. Sean…
“Why don’t we sit down,” the doctor suggested as he extended his hand to her. “I’m your husband’s cardiologist, Dominic Gregano.”
Laura gave his hand a quick shake, then followed him to the love seat perpendicular to the sofa.
He waited until she was seated, then lowered himself on the cushion next to her. “Your husband had a myocardial infarction—a heart attack. We’re going to do a catheterization at 7:00 a.m.”
“To find out if there’s blockage?”
His brow furrowed. “And how much damage. The cath will tell us.”
He was watching her, and she wondered if he thought she might collapse. She couldn’t with two children to think of, not with Brady and her kids depending on her.
There was only one thing she was concerned about now. “Is he conscious?”
“Your husband is on meds, but he’s probably conscious enough to realize you’re present when you talk to him.”
“I want to see him.”
“I know you do.” His face reddened. “I mean, I imagine that you do. But I’m going to monitor him another half hour or so before you come in.”
With Sean and Kat right beside her, she had to be careful with what she said and how she said it. “What if something happens in the meantime?”
“If it does, our staff needs to be with him, rather than you.”
Regrets pushed at her. “I have to tell him I love him. I have to let him know we’re here.”
“It’s amazing what our patients know without our telling them. Were you with him when this happened?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then I’m sure he knows you’re here. A half hour seems like forever right now, but I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.” The kindness in this lean, tall doctor was evident, and she was grateful for it.
He was no sooner out the door than Kat turned to her mother and questions tumbled out. “Why did Daddy have a heart attack? And why were those vans in front of our house? I didn’t see them until you yelled and I ran downstairs.”
Laura was attempting to find the right words, when Sean responded first. “There was an article about him in the newspaper.”
Kat focused on her mother again for an explanation.
How could she say she had caused Brady’s heart attack? How could she explain the impetus behind their argument and the stress that had caught up to her husband after all these years?
“A reporter wrote an article about something that happened when your dad was in the service,” Laura replied carefully.
“It said he killed people.” Sean ran his hand through his spiked brown hair, looking miserable. “Women. And maybe even kids.”
So Sean had read the article already. She couldn’t talk about this without Brady. She simply couldn’t. “We’re not going to discuss the article or your dad’s experiences now.”
“Is it true?” Sean persisted in spite of what she’d said.
When she didn’t answer immediately, deciding what to tell him, Sean asked, “Have you known all these years?”
She took a steadying breath. “I knew about what happened. But that article isn’t the whole story.”
That didn’t seem to matter to Sean. He looked at her as if he didn’t know her…as if she was some type of co-conspirator. Oh, to be eighteen again. To be full of idealism and passion and to be able to separate black from white. Yet she noticed something else on her son’s face. Fear? Was he afraid his dad would die?
That was on Kat’s mind, too. “Will Daddy be okay?”
Kat was beautiful, with her curly chestnut hair, her blue eyes, her heart-shaped face. There had never been any doubt that she was daddy’s girl and would always be.
“This is a good hospital, with good doctors. We have to believe he’ll be fine.” Laura’s fingers went to the charm bracelet on her arm, which she rarely removed. It represented her life and Brady’s. It represented years of happiness as well as heartache.
Suddenly Kat jumped up from the sofa, as if she had too much energy trapped inside. “I can’t stay sitting in here just waiting. I’m going to go get something to drink.”
“This is a big place, Kat—”
“Mom, I’m fourteen, not four. I won’t get lost. There are signs everywhere.”
“We don’t need to worry about where you are,” Sean argued.
Kat went to the door anyway and said over her shoulder, “Then don’t,” and was gone.
A heavy silence settled over the room until Sean asked, “Do you want me to go with her?”
Her daughter was independent. Yet she was intelligent and usually acted with some degree of common sense. “She’ll be okay. She has to let off a little steam. She doesn’t understand everything that’s going on.”
“Neither do I,” Sean mumbled.
“The article is something your dad has to discuss with you. If something happens to him—” She’d never intended to say that. It had just spilled out.
“If something happens to Dad, it’ll be my fault. I heard you arguing about me.”
How could he have—Then she remembered. He’d run in as soon as Brady collapsed. He must have returned home after baseball practice, seen the vans and heard them arguing. The most important thing was that he didn’t blame himself. She knew what guilt did. Brady had taught her.
She moved closer to her son. “You are not to blame. The argument wasn’t about you no matter what you think you heard. It was about the newspaper article. If anyone’s to blame, I am. Vietnam is a touchy subject and I should have—” She stopped, not sure exactly what she should have done.
After a deep breath, she continued. “Sean, your dad had a medical condition we apparently didn’t know about. That’s what caused his heart attack. Okay?” If she repeated that often enough, maybe she’d believe it, too.
He stared back at her for a long time, then finally agreed, “Okay.”
“The important thing now is to let the doctors do their job, then listen when they tell us what we can do.”
She always felt better when there was something she could do. She’d always been like that.
Her fingers went to the bracelet again. She was the one at fault. She and Brady had made an agreement the day of their wedding not to talk about the past again. Yet when that past stood up and socked you in the face…Guilt gnawed at her anew. Why had she pushed so hard, when dealing with the article was her husband’s decision to make?
Because the past still cast a shadow over him no matter how much he denied it.
Sean noticed her absently fingering a charm. Since he obviously preferred to change the subject, she let him when he remarked, “You’ve got a lot of charms on there. When did Dad buy you the last one?”
Her children knew the gold charms made her happier than any other gift. But they’d never shown much interest in their meaning.
She singled out a tiny ski. “The last one Dad gave me was two Valentine’s Days ago. It was supposed to bring back all the memories from our winter trip to Vermont.”
“The vacation I wanted to ditch?”
She nodded. It had been the vacation she’d proposed so they’d all have time to spend together as a family.
At first Brady had insisted, “I can’t take a vacation now.” As CEO of h
is own robotics firm, he could work twenty hours a day, get four hours of sleep and be perfectly happy. And more often than not, that was what he tried to do. But Sean had been having trouble in school because of his dyslexia. He’d become rebellious and needed reinforcement that they were a family. Kat had been entering her teenage years and Laura had known that soon Kat wouldn’t want to spend time with her parents, either. Then to Laura’s surprise, one day that January, Brady had come home early to celebrate winning a government contract and agreed they all deserved to get away for a few days.
She and Brady had slipped back to the chalet while the kids were taking a skiing lesson and made love in front of the fire.
“Which charm’s the first one he ever gave you?” her son asked now.
Smiling, she pointed to two charms, both rife with symbolism of everything she and Brady had shared from the beginning. “He gave me the bracelet with the heart and the daisy before he went to basic training.”
“You met Dad when he was home from college on spring break, didn’t you?”
That had been their story all these years. And it was true. But it was a very small part of how they’d met. They’d never gone into it with the kids because their first encounter was connected to the memories Brady had of Vietnam. So they’d always kept their story simple. But now simple might not be enough. With Brady lying in intensive care, maybe it was time to break down barriers, even if she had to do it alone. Maybe it was time to let their children realize who she and Brady had been and possibly understand who they were now. They would only be able to do that with the truth.
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