all. He just seems like a regular guy. A decent, regular guy worried about his mother.”
Yes, even at eighteen he’d been all of those things. He’d been many other things, too. Sweet. Reckless. Sensitive. And lonely. He’d always tried to hide his gentler qualities, though. It hurt Eve to think about him, about the way he’d been with her, about how much she’d loved him, and how much she’d wanted to go away with him. That was why she had tried to erase him from her mind, to not think about him. But that had always been impossible. And always would be.
“What are you going to do, Eve?” Olivia asked as Eve finally picked up the drained pasta and dumped it into the pasta bowl sitting on the countertop. Absently, she ladled sauce over the steaming spaghetti.
“I don’t know. I mean, I probably won’t even see him.” But her mind was whirling. If he stayed long enough, chances are she would run into him. Then what?
“What if he calls you?”
“He won’t.” Eve put the bowl of spaghetti on the table. Took the casserole dish filled with her signature turkey meatballs out of the microwave where they’d been staying warm and set them on the table, too.
“But what if he does?”
Good question. What if he did? Eve sighed heavily. Looked at Olivia. “He won’t call me. I’m sure he hates me.” She laughed derisively. “If he even remembers my name!”
“Oh, Eve, come on. You’re being melodramatic.”
“No, I’m not. Think about it, Olivia. I let him down terribly. He loved me. I know he did. He wanted me to go away with him. To share his dreams. He even said the M word. In his mind, I would be just one more person he was counting on who had abandoned him.” She fought the tears that threatened. “I’ve had a lot of years to think about this. At the time, I thought he didn’t love me enough to stay. But I think the truth is, I didn’t love him enough...to go.”
“And you paid the price,” Olivia said softly.
Eve, fighting to keep from crying, nodded. “Yes. I—I made a mistake. I—I was a coward. Afraid to leave my safe world for the unknown.”
“You were just a kid.”
“I know that.”
“So cut yourself some slack.” Olivia smiled crookedly. “In his shoes, I would call you. I would be curious. Plus I’d want you to see with your own eyes how successful I was.”
“Men don’t think that way,” Eve said, finally gaining control of her runaway emotions. She went to the refrigerator and removed the salad and cruet of dressing she’d prepared earlier.
“Sure they do.”
“No, he won’t call me. He won’t want to have anything to do with me.”
“Okay, have it your way. So he won’t call you. But what if you see him somewhere?”
“I don’t know.” Once all the food was on the table, Eve sat across from her cousin. “I just hope, if I do see him, I don’t make a fool of myself.”
Olivia reached for the spaghetti server. “I’m glad I’m not in your shoes, hon.”
Eve reached for her napkin. I wish I wasn’t in them. The only thing she did know right now was that she had a lot to think about, and that she probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.
Her sins had finally caught up with her.
Twelve years earlier...
Eve kept looking at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost five. Her dad would be home from work any second. The minutes seemed to be going by so fast. Eight o’clock would be here before she knew it. She looked at her closed closet door. Her duffel bag was inside, on the top shelf. If she did go, the only way she could get it outside without her parents seeing it and asking questions would be to throw it out the window.
I can’t go. He shouldn’t have asked me to. If he really loved me, he’d stay here. He can write his music here.
Eve had gotten home from school early because the graduation practice was over by two o’clock. When she’d left the auditorium, it was raining, and she was glad her dad had told her to drive today. He was so kind that way, always thinking of her well-being. That was the thing Adam didn’t understand, because he didn’t have that kind of love and concern in his family. Oh, his mother loved him, Eve was sure she did, but Lucy Crenshaw worked two jobs to support her three boys, because her husband had abandoned his family, then been killed a year later. She wasn’t home to take care of Adam or his younger brothers. They pretty much had to take care of themselves, and that meant they’d been running wild for years.
What should I do?
Would Adam go without her? Eve couldn’t bear to even think that way. He’d said he loved her. Surely he wouldn’t leave her. Not after... She abruptly broke off the thought. Her heartbeat quickened just thinking about what she’d let happen last week. Her parents would die if they knew. They would never, not in a million years, believe Eve could do the things she had. Especially not with a boy like Adam Crenshaw. They wouldn’t even be able to believe she’d been seeing him, lying to them. They thought she was perfect. But Eve hadn’t been able to help herself. She’d fallen hopelessly in love with Adam from the moment he first spoke to her.
He loves me, too. He won’t go without me.
But what if he does? No. That wouldn’t happen. Because she couldn’t bear it if he left her.
But he swore he was going. If she did go—just if—her parents would get over it, wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t hate her forever. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?
Just then, breaking into her tormented thoughts, Eve’s mother called, “Eve, honey, come help me set the table for supper.” Her parents always called their evening meal supper instead of dinner.
“Okay, Mom, coming,” Eve called back. I don’t have to decide now. I can wait till after supper when Dad falls asleep in the recliner and Mom is lost in her book. If she did decide to go, it would be easy to sneak her packed bag out then, to pop her head into the living room and say she was going to Walmart to look at some stuff for her college dorm room.
All through supper Eve was on pins and needles, as her mom always said. She could hardly eat because she was now thinking she was going to go. She just couldn’t take the chance that Adam would go without her. She couldn’t. She loved him too much. She’d given herself to him. How could she let him leave her?
On and on her thoughts went until she’d finally persuaded herself that her parents would get over her leaving, especially after Adam became successful, and he and Eve were married, and everything in their life was wonderful—just the way it was supposed to be. Even their names proved they were meant to be together. Adam and Eve. It was destiny.
Finally supper was almost over. Eve pushed her chair back. “I’ll wash the dishes tonight, Mom.”
“Wait, honey,” her mother said, looking at Eve’s dad.
Eve turned to her father, who was smiling at her.
“We have something for you, honey,”
