Page 209 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Cara frowned, and turned to face the woman. “It would be nice to have my sister, too. You know?”

“To wish for things you cannot have, is human.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t like to dwell.”

“And I think it’s more than acceptable for you to wish your twin sister was here for this, even if it hurts a lot to think about. You shared your whole lives with one another. Boys, graduation, smiles and tears, laughter … life.”

Cara cleared the emotion lodging in her throat. “Yeah and this is one of the very few things we won’t get to share, so that’s a little hard. But it doesn’t matter, right? What’s done is done, so let’s get up, brush ourselves off, and move on.”

“It does matter, Cara. My advice is that you don’t hold those feelings in, or push them aside in pursuit of happier days, especially not now,” Jenny said, coming close enough that she could soothingly rub a hand over Cara’s back. “Because even if you think not dealing with those thoughts and feelings is better, you’re actually doing yourself, and the baby, a great disservice.”

“How so?”

“Babies have a way of reminding us of everything we are without once they come into the world, although unintentionally. The wash of hormones, all the changes, and everything else comes together like the Big Bang to make one hell of a combination on new mothers. Deal with how you feel now, so that when he is here, those things don’t surprise you.”

Cara nodded. “Okay.”

“And I am always here to talk,” Jenny added.

“Sometimes, I think you just like making people cry.”

“Hey.” Jenny covered a spot on her chest with her hand. “My heart. Did we not just have a deep conversation, of which you will take something away to use to help yourself?”

“So?”

“Remember what I said, Cara. Seriously.”

“I will,” Cara promised, “and thanks for making me talk. Too many people are fine and happy with me brushing them off when I say I’m fine, or something similar. You don’t.”

“Not my job to,” Jenny said, ticking a finger over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “Oh, well, hello there. Can we help you?”

Cara turned to look at who Jenny had greeted, only to see a waiting Gian standing in the doorway. “Gian.”

He pointed at Cara, a sexy smile growing on his handsome features. “I’m actually looking for her, as she has an appointment today, and I would like to join her.”

“You don’t have to do to that, Gian. They just want to make sure he’s turned properly now.”

“My son, so yes, I do.”

Well, now someone else could put a face to her baby’s father when Cara refused to.

Jenny shot a wink back at Cara. “Well, there she is. Why do you look so familiar to me?”

“My family is well-known in Toronto. We’re often on the news, or something similar.”

It took the older woman a moment to put together who she was looking at. A horrible sensation of dread dropped heavily in Cara’s stomach as she waited for it to click.

“Does the name Guzzi help at all?” Gian asked Jenny.

“Oh … my.” Jenny lost her happy disposition, but quickly plastered on a false smile. “Are you sure you’re in the right place, then, Mr. Guzzi?”

“Jenny,” Cara warned.

Gian rattled off something that sounded like a business name, but Cara couldn’t be sure. Jenny tensed, and then stared at Gian. “Really?”

“Yes. I thought I might take a look around while I was here, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Does she know?” Jenny asked.