“You didn’t ask.”
“Would you have?”
“I haven’t lied to you, Ivy. Not once.”
Is that true? I’m taken aback. Confused.
We stop a few feet from the door, and he turns to face me, backing me into the wall. “Like I told your sister, you may not like what I have to say, but I won’t lie to you.”
He dips his head down, so his forehead is touching mine. His eyes travel to the pendant hanging at the hollow between my collarbones, and he touches it, then takes my left hand to finger the rings there, the salt and pepper engagement ring, the wedding band. He shifts his gaze back to mine.
“I am trying, Ivy.”
I reach up, I can’t help it, but I stop myself before I touch his face. Instead, I smooth his shirt down—he changed before we left for the hospital, showering and putting on fresh clothes—and when I do, I realize my hand is resting over his heart, and for a moment, I keep it there and just feel it beat.
He closes his hand over mine.
“I know you are,” I say and feel a little guilty because right now, I’m the one with the agenda. I’m the one lying because omission is a lie, and I am here not only to see my father, to hug him, to know he’s okay but also to ask him about what Mercedes said. To find out what it is they think he did that is so terrible that Santiago would do what he’s done. The thing that would leave him incapable of loving me.
He nods and takes my hand as we step in front of the door. The guard nods his greeting and opens it, and I see him. My father. And for as frail as he looks when the nurse turns his wheelchair around and as different from the tall, commanding man I remember before the coma, I am relieved.
“Daddy!”
Santiago releases me, and I run to my father, who looks surprised and then happy, so happy. He opens his arms, and I’m careful when I hug him, feeling his arms around me, having mine around him.
When I pull back, he takes both of my hands in his and looks me over, pausing at my stomach momentarily before smiling back up at me. I’m wearing a Henley and jeans, but I don’t think I'm showing in this. He glances over my shoulder then, and I follow his gaze to see Santiago standing by the door, one arm folded across his chest, the hand of the other closed over his chin, watching us.
“Thank you, son,” my father says, and when Santiago opens his mouth, he catches himself. “Santiago.”
Santiago nods and shifts his gaze to me, then opens the door without a word. He gestures to the nurse, who leaves and then follows her out.
He is trying.
And he’s right. I know Mercedes is just jealous. And I get it. I usurped her throne. It’s not even about me. I’m sure she’d hate anyone who took her place in Santiago’s life. It would be strange in a normal situation, but given what they’ve gone through, the loss of both brother and father on one terrible night, the death of their mother soon after that, then the near loss of Santiago, I can see how they’d become so central to each other. Although I don’t think it’s quite the same for Santiago. But then again, maybe if Mercedes found someone, maybe Judge, she would be different too.
I turn back to my father, who is studying me with a smile. “He married you.”
I nod.
“What about school?”
“That’s not really in the cards anymore.”
“Perhaps in time. Sit down, Ivy.” There’s a small couch along one wall, and I take a seat there. The room isn’t big, and my father rolls himself closer. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything to offer you.”
I smile a little awkwardly. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him and so much has changed. “It’s just really good to see you like this.”
“Well, I’ve been better.”
“You’ve also been worse. I’m glad you woke up from the coma.”
“That’s thanks to your husband.”
“Santiago?”
“I was poisoned, Ivy. I read the report. What he said is true. It wasn’t cardiac arrest or a sudden stroke or whatever they told you. What happened to me was brought on by poison.”
I’m not sure how I feel about this. Fear, I guess. Cardiac arrest or a stroke would have been better. Poisoned means someone tried to kill him, and my mind wanders to that lipstick I found. To Abel’s silence when I questioned him.
“Is he treating you all right?” he asks.
I nod. “And Eva’s at The Manor too. She’s actually really happy there. I think so at least.”
“I’m glad. Your mother?”
“I haven’t seen her.” Silence. “Dad, did you help Hazel run away?”
He is obviously surprised by my question. “Is she safe?”
“I think so. Santiago knows where she is. He said she has a little boy.”
“Michael. He’s a good kid.”
“You know?”
“I helped her, Ivy. You were too young to know anything about it.”
“You helped her run away?”
“And stay away. It’s very hard for a single mom out there. I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Why?”
“I wouldn’t force her to marry someone she didn’t love, and the fact that she was pregnant with another man’s child, well, that changed things. At least she came to her senses about that one, though.”
“But The Society…”
“Does not come before my family. I’ve made that mistake more than once.”
“Abel’s mom?”
He nods and tries to smile, but I see something is worrying him. “Among other things.”
“I need to ask you something, Dad.” I glance at the door, not sure how much time I’ll have.
“Go on.”
“What happened with Santiago? You were like a father to him. I remember that. I remember how much you loved him.”
“I love him still even if he is misguided.”
“What happened?”
“Do you know he paid me a visit last night?”
“Last night?”
My father nods. “It’s good he did. Good he told me about the poisoning. But also,
