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Izzy and I went back to searching, and within a couple of minutes Izzy was the victor once again. “I found them,” she said reluctantly.
I tilted my head, noting her tone.
With hesitancy, she held up the book. An unmistakable heart was next to the scribbled names of Nora and Calvin Foster. I carefully reached for the book, unable to take my eyes off their names and that heart. “They were soul mates,” I whispered.
“Char, you don’t know that,” Izzy said flatly.
I brushed their names with my fingers. “Yes, I do,” I kindly countered. I didn’t know how I knew, or even how George and Daisy knew, but I knew it, and it broke my heart. Even more heartbreaking was the date. “This was the year Drake turned seventeen. It’s the year his parents got divorced. Why did they come here?” I lamented out loud.
Izzy reached over and grabbed my hand. “I suppose you think you need to find out,” she said, half-exasperated, but with love.
I gave her a crooked grin. “Of course, darling.”
She let out a long sigh.
George sighed along with her, but his was a content, happy sigh. “My Daisy is happy.”
“How come?” I asked.
“Because she was never wrong about which couples were meant to be. Now it’s time for you to work your magic, girlie.”
My eyes widened. “I don’t have that kind of magic,” I stuttered. “They’ve been divorced for years.”
“Like I’ve always told you, sometimes happily ever afters take some time to work themselves out.”
“George,” I said, practically out of breath. “This would take more than magic. This would require a miracle.”
“Miracles are just magic brought to life,” George said simply.
“Oh, is that all?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Hello.”
“Hey,” I sighed. I loved the sound of his voice. “How are you?” I curled up on a comfy chair in the parlor on my “lunch” break.
“Better now.” He always said that when I called. And I’d called quite a few times the last couple of days, trying to find a way to tell him about his parents and that I had talked to his dad. I was worried, though, how he would take all the news. Especially the whole soul mate thing. He already felt so guilty over the demise of his parents’ marriage.
“Did you get the results back from the analysis of your kidney stone?” He’d finally passed it last week. Apparently, it didn’t hurt coming out, just some minor discomfort, which was, evilly, a bummer to me. I thought Drake should experience the joys of giving birth.
“Not yet, but my doctor warned me about my caffeine intake, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Only if you’re going to listen to him.”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Think hard.” I laughed.
“How are you and Jameson?” He sounded melancholy.
“We’re good. Getting ready for all the big Valentine’s Day events. Jameson is having a mini crisis. He doesn’t want to give Lila a Valentine for fear she’ll kiss him. In fact, he thinks Valentine cards are plain dumb.”
“Smart boy.”
“Hey, just so you know, I expect a Valentine’s Day card from you.”
“Duly noted.”
“I’m thinking something homemade and sparkly,” I teased him.
He chuckled.
“By the way, you looked great last night on what’s his name’s show.” All the talk show hosts were getting jumbled in my head. I swore every night he was on one, answering the same questions—How does it feel being a father? Does this change your plans? Is it true you’re off the market now? Tell us more about your mystery lady.
I don’t know how mysterious I was. There were pictures of me online picking up dog poop and buying tampons. All Drake would ever say about me is that he was happy to be back in my life. I appreciated him keeping our relationship as private as he could. And especially Jameson’s life. It was already weird that he had security following him around, even waiting outside his school every day. I mean, he thought it was cool.
“Thanks.” He sounded tired.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I miss you, Charlotte.”
“I miss you too.”
“I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
“Should that offend me?” I teased, while sinking farther into the chair. I was quite pleased this was hard for him.
“I knew it would be hard,” he clarified, “but this feels like hell.”
Hell? This was better than I thought. “Just remember that for future reference, life without me is hell.”
“I’ve known that for a long time,” he admitted.
I rested my head on the arm of the chair. “So, what are we going to do about that?”
“You’re working on Jameson’s and your passports, right?”
“I submitted our applications and paid for expedited shipping, but the lady at the post office wouldn’t give me any guarantees as to when they would arrive. But I was thinking more along the lines of you forgiving yourself and healing from the wounds of your past.”
