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“I’m divorcing your father.”
I had a thousand things I wanted to tell her. From thank God to what took you so long? but I settled for a simple nod, squeezing her hand in mine to give her strength.
I couldn’t be more proud of her if I tried. She had a lot to lose. But she was willing to lose it, anyway, if it meant winning back her freedom and voice.
“I think I deserve more. I think I deserved more all along, I just didn’t know that it could be possible. I know that now, through you, Vita Mia. Your happy ending inspired mine.” She wiped away a tear, forcing a smile on her face.
“My story hasn’t ended just yet.” I laughed.
“Not yet,” she agreed with a wink, “but I see where the plot is going.”
“Mama.” I clutched her palm, tears brewing in my eyes. “The best part of your story is yet to be written. You’re doing the right thing.”
Clara and I helped Mama pack her bags. Clara suggested she should book a hotel.
I shook my head. It was time for me to go back to where I belonged. And it was time for Wolfe to play nice with both of our mothers—his and mine.
I picked up the phone and called my husband. He answered on the first ring.
“I’m ready to come home.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed. “What took you so long?”
“I needed to see that you meant it. That my freedom was really mine.”
“It is yours,” he said gravely. “It has always been yours.”
“Can Mama and Clara come stay with us for a while?”
“You can bring an entire hostile army into the house and I’d still welcome them with open arms.”
That evening, Wolfe threw all our suitcases into the back of his car with Smithy’s help.
My father stood at the doorway and watched us with a glass of something strong. He did not say one thing.
It didn’t matter that Wolfe bowed down to him for ten seconds weeks ago. Senator Keaton was still the person who had won everything in the grand scheme of things.
My father had lost, and the game was over.
Once we got to the house, Ms. Sterling (I insisted on calling her Patricia now that I knew she was my mother-in-law), led my mother and Clara to the east wing to get settled.
Wolfe and I climbed up the stairs behind them. When we made it to the second floor, I turned toward my room.
“Is this real?” I asked him.
“It is real.”
For the first time, it felt that way, too.
We walked hand in hand to the west wing. We passed by his bedroom, entering the guestroom next to it, where I’d slept the night we entertained the Hatch’s.
My breath fluttered behind my ribcage when I realized what I was looking at when he opened the door.
A nursery. All white and crème and soft yellows. Bright and big and fully furnished.
I cupped my mouth to stop myself from bawling. His acceptance of this baby somehow tore me apart. It was much more than his acceptance of his child.
It was his acceptance of me.
