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Eva is at school and I am dressed and waiting and both relieved and disappointed when Marco comes around the corner at exactly ten o’clock, keys in hand.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod, my heart in my throat. I was hoping it would be Santiago. But this is okay, isn’t it? Because after the other morning, a part of me thought he’d maybe go through with it after all. Kill my father. What does that say about how well I know my husband? I’ve never pretended to know him though, have I? Maybe a little. I was wrong mostly. No, that’s not it. I wasn’t wrong exactly.
I just fell in love with him. He’s not to blame for that. And he’s told me he can’t love me even if it wasn’t in so many words. Even if he could never bring himself to say those words.
It's not anyone's fault how I feel about him and how he doesn’t feel about me. If anything, I should have kept my mouth shut. We were in a good place. Now, he’s absent again.
“Mrs. De La Rosa?”
I shake my head to find Marco staring at me, eyebrows raised. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“It’s a bit cooler out today, and a rainstorm is expected. You might want to grab a jacket.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks. And can you please just call me Ivy?”
He nods but I’ve asked him before, and I have a feeling to him it’s a show of respect for Santiago.
“Is Santiago at the hospital?” I ask when we get into the car.
“No, ma’am.”
I bite the inside of my lip and turn to look out the window as we drive in silence. I wonder what Marco thinks. What he knows.
When we get to the hospital, Marco takes me up to my father’s floor and stands just outside, as usual, as I walk into the small room. My father is getting stronger and stronger. Every time I visit, I see the man he once was slowly returning as he puts on weight and regains his stolen strength.
“Dad, you look good,” I say, walking to where he’s sitting behind a table, working on a laptop. I hug him, and he hugs me back. “This is new.” The desk is sturdy and the chair a comfortable-looking office chair. Not his wheelchair, which is good to see, but I don’t miss the furrow between his brows. His mind is on something else even while I visit.
“How are you, Ivy? How’s Eva?”
“We’re both good. Eva’s annoyed about school again so that’s a good sign of life going back to normal, right?”
“That is a good sign.” He says the words absently.
“Do you think we’ll ever get to normal, Dad?”
He blinks, then smiles at me. “Sorry, what?”
“Do you think we’ll ever get to normal? Eva and I? And the baby when he or she comes.” I pause. “And Santiago?” I add. Although what is his normal? Maybe this is it.
“I hope so, sweetheart.”
“What are you doing with the computer? Why does he have you working when you should just be focused on getting better?”
“Ivy, your husband is a complicated man.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
“He has demons, and I know he’s trying to banish them. If my work helps—”
“He’s set on revenge, dad. That’s how he’ll banish them. By killing them.” By killing you. I don’t say it. He knows this better than I.
“We had a hand in what happened to him and his family.”
“What do you mean we?”
He shakes his head. “Not you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“I know about Abel, but you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I can’t go back in time and fix what I didn’t do either, so there’s no sense in talking about it. He has a right, is all I’m saying.”
“No, he doesn’t. Not anymore. Not since he married me and since we’re bringing a baby into the world. He gave up that right when he decided those things,” I say, the words coming out of a place of hurt. I clear my throat and swallow back tears. “You should get some rest. Work after. When you’re home.”
“It’s important work, Ivy. Something he needs—”
“What about what you need?”
“Something I need. I was going to say something I need as much.”
The rain that had been a sprinkle on our drive now picks up hammering against the hospital window. The door opens. Marco clears his throat as another man, someone I don’t know, stands just outside.
I stand. “I guess that’s my cue.” It’s a short visit, and I wonder if it was Santiago’s way of showing me he hadn’t hurt my father. Yet.
Without a word, I walk out of the room and let Marco take me back home in silence. It’s still late morning when I’m back, and the house is quiet except for the housekeepers doing their work. I go upstairs to change into a bathing suit and put on a robe, but rather than going straight down to the pool, I walk through the secret entrance to the nursery. I haven’t been back here since the other morning, and many more boxes, presents from The Society and friends of Santiago’s family, are stacked and waiting to be unwrapped. I don’t have the heart for it right now, though, so I make my way to the glassed-in swimming pool attached to the house. I haven’t been swimming much, mostly because he doesn’t want me doing it alone, but it helps me expend some energy and clear my head. Besides, he has nothing to worry about. I am a fine swimmer, and I have never had any episodes while in the water.
