KRISTENI bolted the door shut and stood against it, unable to contain my grin. Last night quite literally may have been the best night of my life. I had never felt so cared for or beautiful with any other man. Then I remembered our discovery on the walk back this morning and how Edwards had told me he trusted me. My heart sank for a moment. Did my family really try to scam TruFruit? If so, that had to have been why Dudley was fired. This mystery just kept getting weirder and weirder, and way too entangled with Edwards’s life for my comfort.I desperately hoped that my ticket to the inheritance wasn’t stealing Edwards’s patented idea for one damn apple species. That would make me no better than the rest of my family, who have put TruFruit through enough hell. I hoped that Dudley already had a solution for this tree and all I needed to do was see it through once I found the rest of the journal. I needed to find it for answers, but at the same time I was scared at what it might hold. I
We got in our vehicles and I followed Edwards back to his house, eager in anticipation of our evening. I had no doubt the night would end in his bedroom and I couldn’t wait to make up for the last night we had spent in his bed.We neared his home, when he slammed on the brakes in front of me and forced me to do the same. My breath caught and I let out a brief squeal. I looked up just in time to see an all black, rusted car go speeding across the intersection, coming from the direction of Edwards and I’s homes. It was blasting music, so loud I could make out every word in the song. As soon as it was past, Edwards put on his signal and slowly turned the corner.I regained my composure and followed. We pulled into his driveway, me after him and both got out of our vehicles.“Did you see that? What a jackass. He ran a stop sign.”“Yeah, thank god you saw him! That could have been awful.”I gave his arms a quick rub, but we both froze when a voice behind us rang out.“Hi, dad.”Edwards was
“Because the only way it affects you is that you don’t have to take care of her for an extra few weeks. I’ll still pay you the child support money in full.”Amber sounded like she was yawning on the other end. “This is super upsetting to me, Edwards. I feel as if I am missing out on some important mommy-daughter time, but if it’s what our child wants, then fine. You can have her early.”I rolled my eyes at Amber’s feigned sincerity. “Great. Thanks.”“Bye!”I hung up. My next call was to Charlie. I needed to update him on the change of plans so he could notify the family court.“Hey, Edwards,” he answered.“Charlie, hey. I have some updates.”I told him about the new arrangement and he promised to notify the judge.“Can you send over the recording of the call? It’ll be best to have hard evidence of the conversation.”“Shit.” I dragged my hand over my face.“What?”“I forgot to record it. I was just so distracted. I had been out with Kristen when all of a sudden my daughter showed up, a
EDWARDS“So…” I sat down across from Candace, swirling the spoon around my ice cream rather than eating it. “Aside from your mother, how have you been?”Candace plopped a giant scoop of her strawberry swirl cream into her mouth just as I had finished asking the question. She held her finger up at me with a sly grin on her face. After three days of Candace moping around the house with Samson and her cell phone, I had finally convinced her to go out for ice cream with me. I had tried to connect with her at home, but I was only talking to typing thumbs and a glazed over expression as she texted her boyfriend, most likely.“Fine. Trying to keep myself busy now that school is out. I wanted to get a job at the mall, but that didn’t work out.”“Why not?”Candace rolled her eyes, now playing with her own ice cream.“Mom has been using my car.”“What? Why would she do that? We bought that car for you, specifically for you to be able to get a job!”When I said we, I really meant me. I had purc
KRISTENIt was starting to get dark as I made my way to Dudley’s apple tree. I looked over and saw no signs of life at Edwards’s. I didn’t see his truck either. Maybe he had taken his daughter out to dinner. His daughter. I shook my head again, but shrugged it off. I was potentially onto something huge, and Edwards was not going to ruin my excitement.I observed the tree under the gray dusk sky. I didn’t want to dig up the entire plot, so I had to be meticulous in how I did this. The tree had a sparse amount of apples, just over a dozen. Most of them were tucked amid the leaves and branches, but one apple hung at the very edge of a branch, its weight pulling the limb down.“It’s a crap shoot, but so is this entire idea,” I said as I started digging into the ground directly below that apple.I was gentle at first, not wanting to damage any roots. Eventually, I fell into a rhythm, ramming my shovel into the earth and scooping with vigor. The more I dug, the more I began to feel hopeful
That afternoon a grin formed as I looked out my window. My basket was no longer on her front step. She had found it. I spent the rest of my day in my basement, thinking I’d be more satisfied than I was at her acceptance of my offering. Instead, I spent the entire afternoon thinking about what it meant that she accepted the basket. She wasn’t angry enough to return it, but she hadn’t left me anything in return. I knew because I checked once an hour. Candace mumbled several times that I needed to get a life during my routine sweep of both the front and back porch.Still not satisfied that evening, I decided to leave another basket, this time with a note. I filled it with some fresh vegetables from my greenhouse and a letter inviting her to dinner tomorrow. I apologized for the surprise introduction to my daughter the other day, and told her a proper introduction was in order if she was up for it.“Anything yet?” Candace had asked me at the dinner table. I was surprised at how invested s
EDWARDSKristen and Candace’s official introduction started off rocky, despite my interventions. Kristen had promised to bring Candace’s boots back soon and I told Kristen I’d help her pick out her own pair. This earned a scoff from Candace. I tried to keep the conversation going, but Candace managed to derail it each time. I could tell Kristen was a cross between nervous and stunned. We sat in awkward silence for some time before Kristen spoke up again.“So, Candace. Do you have a boyfriend?”I coughed on my water. I thought that was probably the last thing Kristen should have asked. Before I could steer the conversation in a new direction, Candace responded.“Oh yeah. Alex. He’s a hottie.” Candace was chewing her food with her mouth open, just aching to get a rise out of me.“I see. Does he play any sports?”“Baseball. Do you have a boyfriend that my dad and I should know about?” Candace squinted at Kristen.Kristen chuckled. “No, I do not. I had one not too long ago, but we broke u
“What are you running back to so quickly? I could employ you at TruFruit for the time being. You know, until you find a job.”“I don’t want handouts, Edwards.”“I’ll do anything to make you stay.”“Make me? You are way too used to getting what you want.” She was stern, but she didn’t speak with any malice. There was a challenge in her eyes that lit a fire in me.I closed the distance between us and took her face in my hands. “Stay. Even if it’s just for a few days. Stay here with me.”“Edwards—”I stopped her protest, leaning in and planting a kiss firmly on her open lips. I traced her lips with my tongue and pushed in deeper. She groaned into my mouth. I was breaking her down. I could feel it.“Stay,” I said, kissing her cheek.“Stay…stay…stay.” I kept repeating it, moving my kisses to her nose, her eyelids, up to her forehead.She leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hugged her tight. I realized in that moment that I never wanted to let her go.“Okay,” she finally wh
EDWARDSI walked out into the hallway, ensuring Kristen I’d be right back.“Hi Charlie.”“How are you doing, bud?”“Fine, considering. What’s up?”“I’ve got great news for you. Custody is yours, obviously. Amber will be in jail for a long time after this. They’re thinking at least fifteen years. And she won’t be allowed near the kids once she’s out.”“She deserves more than that.”“Ain’t that the truth. But listen, this also means, you won’t have to write another child support check in your life.”I grinned cheek to cheek. My kids were mine, fully mine. Finally. But then my grin fell, remembering the bomb that had just been dropped on me. The last thing Charlie had said wasn’t necessarily true. I didn’t know what the future held with Kristen and my child that she was carrying. I knew what I wanted, though. I wanted a family, one that was complete and whole.I thanked Charlie and hung up. I rushed back into Kristen’s room, knowing what I needed to do.“So?” she asked.“It’s official.
EDWARDSI fought with police officers for what seemed like hours, as patrons continued to stream out of the bar. I stopped to examine each one. None were my daughter.“She’s still in there! What are you guys waiting for?”I just kept screaming and they just kept ignoring me. I tried to run in myself a few times, but each time I was caught by an officer and dragged back behind the wall of squad cars they had formed in front of Rita’s.“We have to do this strategically, so no one gets hurt,” the commander told me after my third attempt to get in.After some discussion, they decided to call the bar, in hopes that Amber would answer and that they could talk her off the ledge. I jumped nervously back and forth on my feet as he tried to reason with her. He hung up.“She wants money.”“What else is new? How much?”“A million.”“What?!”“You won’t be giving her a penny. Now that we know she won’t reason with us, we’ll come up with a plan to force entry and remove your daughter as safely as p
KRISTENI pulled up to Rita’s just fifteen minutes after Edwards and I had spoken still reeling from my conversation with Wally. I had to find a way to stop Carter from purchasing the house, but I had larger priorities right now. I took the handicap spot out front. I figured if I didn’t find anything, I’d be gone before anyone knew it. And if I did find Candace, then I had bigger things to worry about than illegal parking.I ran inside, leaving my purse and phone in the car. I burst through the front door and scanned the bar area. It was filled with burly men in flannel and jean jackets. Almost every single one had facial hair. The bartender was an older woman, with a heavy spray tan and wrinkled skin.No sign of Amber or Candace yet, I walked in further. As I walked forward, my flip flops squaked on the sticky, tiled floor. There was squished popcorn and spilled beer coating most of it. In the middle of the room was an aged pool table and nailed to the wall were a couple slightly ti
EDWARDSI hung up with Kristen, hopeful that we might be onto something. I called the cops right away and updated them. I told them that Kristen would be to Rita’s very soon, and that they needed to meet her there ASAP. I was fairly certain Kristen had been right that Amber wasn’t dangerous enough to hurt her, but I didn’t want to take any chances. They assured me they’d have officers on the scene as quickly as they could.I gave Samson a rub on the head.“We’re gonna find her, bud.”He whimpered beside me. I didn’t want to consider the fact that we could be way off. Amber and Candace could be well past Rita’s by now, and potentially even out of the state. I had tried the phone tracking app several times, but Candace’s phone was still off. Amber must have taken it from her.No matter how hard I tried to rationalize it from Amber’s perspective, I just couldn’t understand why she’d do this, unless she really had just gone off the deep end. Nothing she gained from this aligned with any
KRISTENI got back to the motel around noon. I applied for a secretarial position very close to here last evening and got a call back almost immediately. They seemed desperate, and so was I. I scheduled an interview for the next day and here I was. I thought the interview went quite well, actually.The job didn’t pay anything special, but it would do. After a few weeks there, I’d have enough to start making rent payments. I’d be out of this motel in no time, or at least well before the baby came. I wasn’t immensely excited about typing memos and completing invoices all day, but work was work. I didn’t have the luxury of being picky right now. I also called my landlord and got out of my lease in San Francisco. I told them to scrap anything I had left, which earned a few curse words.I hung up and sat back on the motel’s floral print couch that I thought was probably from the seventies at the earliest. There were several stains that could have been from any decade quite honestly. I tho
EDWARDSI woke up the next morning, forced to remember for a split second everything that had happened the day prior. I laid in bed and crossed my arms over my face as I thought of Kristen and her betrayal. I saw what Dudley had written, how Kristen was supposed to get her inheritance. Her newfound interest in apples made all too much sense now.I knew she was probably desperate after losing her job, but that didn't make it right. What hurt me the most was that after all we had shared with one another and all that trust I assumed we had built, she still didn’t trust me enough to let me help her. I had wanted to provide for her and I would have gladly helped her get back on her feet. She was just too stubborn to let me.I pushed my sheets back and got out of bed, more determined than ever to get full custody of my kids back. After getting ready with Samson hovering by my side—he knew something was wrong with me—I called Candace.I tried several times, but her phone kept going straight
“It’s none of your business.”Before I could reach over and grab it, Edwards picked it up, sifting through the worn yellow pages.“Did Dudley write this?”My face had gone pale white. I gulped and nodded. It was the second half of the journal, the one that detailed most of Dudley’s plan to steal TruFruit’s patent.“To you?” He asked, continuing to scour it.I nodded again, having no words for him at this moment. How dare he? This argument is about him and his lies.“So, we were right then? He was fired.”I didn’t respond to this inquiry. He didn’t even look up to see if I had answered. After a few moments, he found the note that had fallen out of the journal when I first found it. I stuffed it back in between the pages, so I wouldn't lose it. I watched his face morph into despair.“He wanted you to rip me off?”I stood still.“Were you going to do it?”I was frozen in place.“How could you?”I wasn’t going to bother telling him that I hadn’t planned to go through with any of it. The f
EDWARDSI walked into the other room and talked to Charlie in a hushed tone, hoping to make Sabrina squirm a bit. As I did so, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked over to see Candace running down them with a duffel bag.“One second Charlie.” I put the phone to my side and approached my daughter who was angling toward the front door.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked her.“My friend’s house.”“Who gave you permission to do that? We have some things to talk about, Candace.”“Not interested.” She reached for the knob.“Hey!” I yelled to her, in a firm tone I rarely used. She turned on her heels, one arm on her hip and the other clutching her overnight bag.“You know, maybe you should save the parenting for all of the kids you haven’t told me about yet.”“Candace!”She opened the door and I ran out after her, Charlie still waiting on the line.“Sweetheart, wait! Let me at least explain!”“No! I’m sick of being constantly disappointed by you and mom!”Candace ran towards a b
I responded to Kristen’s text, telling her I’d be over in a couple hours. I wasn’t expecting a package, so it was either a mistake or a ruse to get me into bed. My heart sped up at the thought.A couple hours later, I was on Kristen’s doorstep ringing the doorbell, ready for whatever surprise she had waiting. But when the door opened, I found myself completely caught off guard. A small boy stood below me, looking up with piercing blue eyes. I looked up and a small blonde came out from the kitchen.“Sabrina,” I gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”“They lost the keys to the house. It’s been lovely meeting your fiancée and son, Mr. McLean,” Kristen said to me from the living room, her tone ice cold.“We have a lot to talk about, darling. And I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Sabrina grabbed her purse and the backpack from the hangers by the front door and met me outside. “Thanks for your hospitality, Miss?”“Washington. Kristen Washington. And you’re welcome,” Kristen responded