they had with Ethan because she thought Julia had moved on.
“We were on a break,” Julia fired back.
“Give me a break. You ditched him for the big-city modeling agent. Chewed up his heart, spit it out then ground your heel in it for good measure.” The idea that Lainey could have stolen Ethan from her sister was ridiculous. “I was there, remember?”
Julia leaned forward. “I remember. And you’re right. Ethan and I were over long before you were in the picture. Still, you did the chewing, spitting and grinding.”
“No,” Lainey whispered, finally ready to admit the truth. “That was my problem. After you left there wasn’t enough of his heart for me to hold on to.”
Julia inhaled sharply. “Are you joking?” she began. “Do you know how long he waited—”
The door banged open, interrupting her. Vera’s wheelchair rolled into the room, pushed by a strapping physical therapist who looked like he’d just left a biker bar. His bald head glimmered in the fluorescent light, the lines around his eyes etched deep as a dried riverbed as he watched Vera, his gaze filled with rapt adoration.
Even pushing sixty and ravaged by the stroke, Vera radiated energy like light from the mother ship to the opposite sex.
Vera glanced between Lainey and Julia. “Can hear you down hall.” She spoke slowly to make her pronunciation clear.
“Sorry, Mom,” both women chorused.
“Fighting no good. I need you to help.” She took a breath, but the next words she spoke were so garbled Lainey couldn’t understand them.
“Don’t push yourself,” the physical therapist said as he helped Vera back into bed.
He turned, flexing a skull tattoo in Lainey’s direction. “Your mom made good progress this morning. Her left leg is about seventy-five percent of its normal strength.”
“Stupid right leg,” Vera mumbled.
“It’ll come,” the burly man said with surprising softness as he tucked a quilt around her. “Rest now. You earned it.”
Vera smiled at him and Lainey saw color creep up his neck. Her mother could wrap any man around her finger.
Lainey noticed a bright sheen of perspiration across her mother’s forehead. Vera used every ounce of strength to get better while Lainey bickered with Julia over ancient history. She was here to help, Lainey reminded herself, not stumble down the rocky path to bad memory lane.
She stepped closer and lifted Vera’s fingers. She looked at Julia. “I guess we should stick to discussing the adoption event,” she whispered.
“And current local gossip,” Julia added. “The kind that doesn’t involve our family.”
Lainey choked out a laugh at that.
Vera squeezed Lainey’s hand. Her eyes fluttered open. “More like it,” she said and snuggled deeper against the pillows.
Lainey smiled, impressed but not surprised that even in her condition, Vera Morgan could bend her daughters to her will with a few chosen words. She’d honed that skill for years.
“Heard about your dog?” Vera asked, her eyes concerned.
“Nothing yet.”
“Ethan is best. He’ll do good.”
Lainey nodded. She thought about the care Ethan had given Pita and the tenderness he’d shown to her. A slow ache built in her heart. “I stopped by the shelter office after I left the clinic.” She needed to regain control.
“You get the box?”
Lainey pointed to a large plastic storage tub in the corner of the room. “Rest for a bit, Mom. Then we’ll go through it.”
Julia patted Vera’s leg. “I need to go.”
Vera’s left hand clamped around Julia’s wrist. “You stay.”
Her tone brooked no argument, although Julia gave it her best shot.
“I need to check in with Val, see if I can pick up some hours if my doctor approves.”
Vera’s hold didn’t loosen. “Later.”
“Fine.” Vera let go of Julia’s hand as she stood. “I need to pee first. It feels like this kid has his heel shoved against my bladder.”
Lainey blew out a short breath as Julia closed the bathroom door. She felt her mother’s eyes on her. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“You good girl,” Vera said, reaching out to her.
Lainey pushed up from the bed. “I don’t know what you expect, but me being here isn’t going to make the past go away. I can do my penance this summer, but I can’t change what happened. What I did.” She couldn’t change who she was, how the tragedy had changed her. Forever.
“Good girl,” Vera repeated.
Her mother used the same tone Lainey did with Pita. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’ll go through the plans while you rest,” she said, but her mother’s eyes had already slipped closed.
Lainey smoothed the quilt again and turned for the big box in the corner.
Work on the adoption event kept Lainey occupied the rest of the day. Julia had stayed at the hospital until lunchtime, the two sisters careful not to let the topic stray from animals needing a home.
The call came in around four o’clock. Her hands shook as she stared at the clinic’s number on her cell phone.
“Answer it,” her mother said.
She brought the phone to her ear, expecting Ethan’s voice.
“Lainey?” Stephanie Rand said. “She’s okay.”
A strangled sob escaped her lips. “Oh, thank God.”
Steph continued, “I don’t think you want your undies back, but at least they’re out.”
“Can I come get her?” Lainey spoke around the lump of tears knotting at the back of her throat.
“We’d like to keep her overnight, just to make sure she’s back to normal. You can pick her up first thing in the morning.”
Lainey made a squeaky sound she hoped passed for a ‘yes’ and hung up.
She looked at her mother. The deep understanding in Vera’s gaze almost sent her over the edge.
“Underpants,” she mumbled, her voice wobbly. “How dumb.” Stupid to make everything so personal.
“Go home.”
“I’m fine.”
“Home,”
