phone and began dialing. Lorren Madaris was her best friend. Both of them had grown up as the foster children of Nora and Paul Phillips. “Lorren? How was Hawaii?”
“It was great. Justin and I had a wonderful time.”
“I'm glad.”
“What about you? What was the outcome of that case you were working on?”
Syneda studied her manicured nail for a long moment before answering. “We lost.” She shook her head and tried shrugging off her disappointment. “As far as I'm concerned the judge's decision was wrong. No one can convince me that Kasey Jamison should have been returned to her biological mother. Where was the woman when Kasey really needed her? If you ask me she showed up five years too late. You of all people know how I feel about parents who desert their kids.”
There was a slight pause before Lorren replied. “Yes, I know. And you're thinking about your father, aren't you?”
Syneda's body tensed. “I don't have a father, Lorren.”
Lorren said nothing for a while, then broke the silence. “So what're your plans now about the case?”
“For one thing, I won't give up. I feel like I've let Kasey down, not to mention her adoptive parents. I plan to appeal the judge's decision.”
“Don't let things get you down. You did your best.”
“But in this case, my best wasn't good enough.” Syneda stood. She let out a deep sigh of frustration, not wanting to talk about the Jamison case any longer, not even to her best friend. “Lorren, I'll get back with you later. I need to prepare for my next client.”
“Okay. You take care.”
“I will.”
As Syneda hung up the phone, a part of her mind slipped into a past she had done everything in her power to forget. Eighteen years ago this week, at the age of ten, she had received her mother's deathbed promise that the father Syneda never knew would be coming for her.
Syneda sighed deeply, remembering how her mother had died of an acute case of pneumonia. Even after the juvenile authorities had come and taken Syneda away because she'd had no other relatives, her mother's words, “Your father will come,” had been her comfort and hope. Weeks later, after she'd been placed in the foster home with Mamma Nora and Poppa Paul, she still believed her father would come for her. She would never forget how she would stand in front of her bedroom window, watching and waiting patiently each day for him.
For an entire year she had waited before accepting he was not coming. She began pitying her mother for dying believing in the love and devotion of a man. If his actions were proof of the love two people were supposed to share, then Syneda wanted no part of love. As far as she was concerned, love was like a circle. There was no point in it. She swore to never blindly love a man and put her complete trust and faith in one like her mother had done.
Syneda's thoughts drifted back to the present when she heard a group of fellow attorneys conversing outside of her door. She quickly wiped away the tears that had filled her eyes and released a quivering breath. Just as she had told Lorren a few minutes ago, she didn't have a father.
“Hello.”
“Clayton?”
“Lorren? Is anything wrong?”
“No. I'm glad I was able to reach you before you left the hotel for the airport. Will your flight make a layover in New York?”
“Yes, why?”
“I need to ask a favor of you.”
Clayton Madaris smiled. “Sure. What is it?”
“Will you check on Syneda when you get to New York?”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“I talked to her a few minutes ago, and she's down in the dumps. She lost an important case.”
Clayton frowned. “I'm sorry to hear that. No attorney likes to lose.”
“It wasn't about just winning the case, Clayton. This case was very important to Syneda.”
He glanced at his watch. “All right, Lorren. I'll check on her when I get to New York.”
“Thanks, Clayton. You're the greatest. Next to Justin, of course.”
Clayton laughed. “Of course.”
“By the way, how was the convention?”
“Not bad. I had a nice time.”
Lorren laughed. “Knowing you, I'm sure you did.”
Clayton chuckled. “I'll call you after I've seen Syneda.”
“Thanks.”
“Hold your horses, I'm coming!”
Syneda's nylon-clad toes luxuriated in the deep smoke-gray carpeting as she made her way to the door. A smile touched her lips when she glanced through the peephole. She quickly opened the door.
“Clayton! What on earth are you doing here?”
Clayton stepped into the room and turned to face the attractive light-brown-skinned woman standing before him. Thick, golden-bronze hair fell to the shoulders of her tall and slender figure. She looked cute in a short-sleeved blue blouse and a flowing flowered skirt. Her full lips formed a wide smile that shone in her sea-green eyes.
He returned her smile. “I'm here at the request of Lorren. You know what a worrywart she is.”
Syneda laughed as she took Clayton's hand and led him over to the sofa. She always enjoyed seeing him. He was Lorren's brother-in-law, and since their first meeting a couple of years ago, they had become good friends. The two of them were attorneys and somehow could never agree on various issues, legal or otherwise. They were both extremely opinionated and at times their different viewpoints led to numerous debates and sparring matches at the Madaris family celebrations and holiday gatherings. She had gone head-to-head with him on just about every topic imaginable, from the government's policy on illegal immigrants to whether or not there were actual UFOs.
“Can I get you something to drink, Clayton?”
“No, I'm fine.”
Syneda sat across from him in a chair, tucking her legs beneath her. “Lorren was always the mothering type. Now you would think the kids would be enough. Don't tell me she sent you all the way from Houston to check on me?”
Clayton's attention had been drawn to three framed photographs that sat on a nearby table. One was of Justin and Lorren, their son, Vincent, and daughter, Justina. Another photo showed Dex and Caitlin, with their daughter, Jordan. The last photo was of her foster mother, Mama Nora. He smiled at the photographs before turning his attention back to Syneda to answer her question.
“No, I've been in D.C. for the past three days attending the National Bar Association convention. She knew my flight had a layover here and suggested I look you up.”
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