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“Y-yes.”
“That day is coming sooner than we thought, especially with the baby on the way.”
“How soon?”
“Next month.”
And he means it. I’m sure he’ll pull the card and remind me that I kept my pregnancy from him. I just can’t walk down the aisle before Simone, so Anthony better get it together.
“Can I be a flower girl?”
“Sure.”
“And then I can call you daddy, too?”
“After we have a conversation with your mother.”
“Will Grant, Casey, and Daisy call my mom, mommy?”
Jonathan sighed again. It was heavier that time.
“I don’t see that happening right away. Their mother recently passed away, so they might need some time. They’ll be ready when they’re ready. Are you ready to meet your grandparents?”
I left before I heard Kiyah’s response. I needed to get out of there. I needed to see Rory…
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Kierra
“Where are you going, Kierra?” my mother asked as I pulled on the vegan leather trench coat Jonathan bought me for Christmas.
“I-I need some closure.”
“You’re visiting Rory?”
“Yeah, I should be back in an hour,” I explained, pecking her on the cheek before snatching my truck keys from the hook.
“I love you,” she said. I paused before leaving and stole a lingering glance at my mother. The guilt crept in again because she looked so grateful and happy to be reunited. It was as if the past six years didn’t matter—my sins were washed away with a snap of a finger, and we could start anew.
“I love you, too. I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful, Kierra.”
“Always.”
The drive to the cemetery went smoothly, but my thoughts stayed chaotic during the 12-mile journey. Old wounds started reopening, and there weren’t enough bandages, sutures, or staples to close them up again. Not until I’d gotten closure.
My cell buzzed in the cup holder. I answered it, knowing it was Jonathan. “Hello?”
“Kierra, sweetheart, I know today’s events must have been overwhelming for you; however, a little heads up that you were leaving the house would’ve been greatly appreciated,” he said. I could hear his truck door slam in the background.
He’s on his way.
“I’m sorry, Jon.”
“It’s okay. Did you make it to the cemetery safely?”
“I did. Thanks for asking.”
