figured since her mother’s attempt to bring an end to her strained relationship with Marti had failed, Lydia had called in the big guns. Namely Byron Goshay. Kara had always been a daddy’s girl and proud of it. Her father adored both of his daughters, but there had always been a special bond between the two of them.
“Put him through, please.”
Leaning back in her chair, she waited for the connection while recalling her conversation with her mother when she returned her call yesterday. It was a discussion that hadn’t gone over well. Lydia tried shifting the blame to Kara, saying she was allowing a man to come between her and her sister. She felt Kara should make up with Marti now that her sister was under a doctor’s care for stress and anxiety attacks.
Kara had gotten royally pissed. She sympathized with whatever Marti was going through, but what about those four years Kara had suffered, thinking the man she loved had betrayed her? What about the stress she’d gone through? The heartbreak? The pain? How could one sister do that to another?
“Kara? How’s my girl?”
The sound of her father’s voice chased away the anger. She smiled. “I’m fine, Dad. What about you?”
“I’m doing okay. Looking forward to retirement in a few years. Just waiting for my daughters to pay off their student loans so they can take care of their old man.”
Kara shook her head. “Our student loans are paid off. Besides, you wouldn’t accept a handout from me or Marti even if your life depended on it.”
She heard her father’s chuckle. “True.”
He then paused, and she knew what was coming when she detected him shifting to a more serious mode. “Your mom talked to me last night about the ongoing situation between you and Marti.”
“And?”
“And I think we need to have a family powwow. A sort of bonding session. I’d like to fly both you and Marti home for the weekend.”
As if flying out to San Francisco would magically make things better. “It won’t do any good, Dad.”
“Sweetheart, Marti’s your sister.”
So now her father was taking that approach? She couldn’t stop the flare of anger. “Yes, and my sister deliberately sabotaged my relationship with the man I loved.”
There was another pause. “I just want my daughters back together. I feel our family is breaking apart.”
“Don’t blame me, Dad.”
“Of course I don’t blame you.”
Kara was glad to hear that. “Mom did.”
“Lydia should not have said that. I told her we needed to stay out of it and let you and Marti handle things. But I guess she saw that wasn’t happening and figured she needed to step in. But that’s no reason to blame you. You didn’t ask for what Marti did. Have you seen Virgil and told him the truth?”
“Yes, for what good that did. I apologized but he didn’t accept my apology. I can’t blame him to be honest with you. I said some mean things to him back then. I think now he hates me more than ever.”
“Sorry to hear that. I tried calling him to apologize, as well. He’s changed his number from the one I had.”
Kara lifted a brow. “Why would you need to apologize?”
“Because after the two of you broke up and Marti told me what he did, I called him and said a lot of not-so-nice things to him.”
Kara’s eyes closed for a minute. Her sister’s lie had caused more damage than Kara had realized. “I didn’t know,” she said softly. Her father had liked Virgil a lot, and vice versa. Getting such a call from her father had probably only added to Virgil’s anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“At the time I felt there was no reason to tell you. I thought he had hurt you and that was all I needed to know. Now I feel bad about what I said.”
Welcome to the club. “That’s okay, Dad. Like I said, Virgil is not in a forgiving mood right now anyway.”
“So there’s no chance the two of you can patch things up and get back together?”
Kara shook her head as she recalled Virgil’s words. Without trust, love is nothing and you proved what we shared was nothing.
“No, Dad. There’s no way Virgil and I will ever get back together.”
The finality of what she’d just said overwhelmed her and she knew she had to end the call with her father before he detected anything. “I’ve got a ton of things to do,” she said softly. “Goodbye, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you, too, cupcake.”
It was only after he clicked off his phone and she clicked off hers that she gave in to her tears.
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