Her mom leaped off the couch and hurtled towards the love seat. Kiera
leapt up too and fell into her mom’s arms. Those arms had held her so many
times throughout her life. They’d always been open, ready to comfort,
ready to love. Yes, her parents might be conservative. Yes, they might have
said some things in the past that fed Kiera’s doubts, but they really had
always tried to love her the best they could.
She’d been so wrong. She’d listened to her own worst fears and
insecurities. She’d let them take over her life.
She closed her eyes and relaxed against her mom’s shoulder. She was
taller now than her mom, but she curled into her like she wasn’t. Her mom’s
dark hair was shot with grey, as was her dad’s. Their faces were lined, but
some of those lines came from laughter. Yes, her parents might have been
strict. Yes, they might be conservative, but they were also kind, good
hearted people.
Wynn knew her parents in a way she didn’t. He knew them as friends
while she knew them as a mom and a dad. She realized that she’d never
really, properly taken the time to get to know her mom and dad as a friend
or as an equal, as a fellow human being.
“I’m sorry,” Kiera whispered against her mom’s shoulder. “I was a huge
part of this. You and dad never—I don’t know why I thought…”
Kiera was surprised when her dad joined in on the hug. They weren’t a
touchy family. Her dad was way more old school. He was quiet.
Disciplined. To him, emotion was a hard thing to deal with. To show and to
feel.
Kiera felt her chest expanding. Her heart was so full it felt like it was
going to literally burst or explode or overflow. She couldn’t remember a
single time she’d ever felt so good. So accepted. So loved. So free to be
herself. She didn’t even truly know what that meant, and it scared the crap
out of her to realize that. How could she be an adult in her early thirties and
not know what that actually meant?