All Chapters of The Rutherford Series: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Staring out her office window at the river that flowed beside her house, her eyes settled on the dock where she had spent so many nights with her family as the water drifted past. She could already hear the ghosts of the house calling out to her, their memories screaming for her attention. Perhaps it was time to sell the house and start completely from scratch. She still had not been able to bring herself to venture out onto the back patio with all of its luxuries. There was still so much surrounding her that she heard Marc's voice calling to her and Maggie's squeals as she played. Her father's presence helped drown them out, but when he moved back home, she was afraid those voices would once again drive her to a depression she might not be able to overcome.She picked up a picture frame from the corner of her desk. Marc had his arms wrapped around her and his chin on her shoulder as they stood in front of The Karston Foundation building as the ribbon was cut. His smile called out to h

What the hell was I thinking? She had not cooked a meal in forever. Marc had hired Sophia to do all of that for her and she had eagerly passed it over to the woman. Now, she had to cook a meal and instead of putting it off as long as she could, she pushed it forward to tonight. Why had she done that? It was asinine.The panic hit her first thing that morning, while she was pouring her morning coffee. She stared at the stove and was tempted to just pass it over to Sophia and send the woman out for the night, so Morgan would never know the difference. Yet, she shook the thought away almost as soon as it came into her head. She had made a deal and it was important that she keep it. Not just for honesty's sake, but because it meant something to her to do it for him. She couldn't explain the feeling she had, but she knew it was there, that giddy sense of doing something special for someone who meant something to her.She froze, her coffee cup halfway to her lips, as that realization hit her

On the ride over, Morgan had drilled into Dustin to be on his best behavior. "Mrs. Karston is someone Daddy works with, so we need to have on what your mommy calls our Sunday manners.""Okay, Daddy." Dustin had one of his Hot Wheels cars and was running it up and down his legs, making vroom vroom noises as he did. Morgan glanced at his son in the backseat, a smile pushing his cheeks up. He had missed the little tyke more than ever. He wasn't sure what had suddenly made him feel that way. He loved his son, missed him while he was on the road, but it wasn't something that was ever overwhelming. It was part of the job. He traveled and, whether he was still with Jeannie or not, he rarely saw his son. It was just life. Yet, now, it seemed like he was never going to see him again and that had his stomach in knots. Returning his eyes to the road, he knew he had to get these three months over with so he could move back home. He needed to do right by his son.Pulling up to Jacqui's house, he w

Morgan watched as Jacqui laid down beside Dustin on the wooden planks. He saw the pain in her eyes when she first stepped out onto the patio, that sense of loss and the memories that must have flooded her mind. He hurt for her and wished he could take the heartache away from her, but he knew only she could do that, her and time. "She needed this," Bert said as he reached over and slid a cover off one of the chairs. "Don't you worry about her. She's strong. She just needed someone to remind her of that."Morgan reached for another cover. "I take it she hasn't been out here in a while.""Not since they both passed away. She avoids anything that has a memory attached to it. Hell, I'm surprised we're not living at my house, instead of here."With a nod of his head, Morgan folded the cover. "We all deal with grief differently. Yet, we all need to move on.""She can't stop blaming herself for not dying with them. It's silly and she knows it, but she can't stop." Bert stopped his wheelchair

He had to admit, dinner went better than he thought it would. As much as Bert liked to bluster about his daughter's lousy cooking, Morgan thought the whole meal was delicious. Even Dustin asked for seconds, which was saying something since it wasn't macaroni and cheese.The conversation stayed light and Jacqui laughed often, a sound to which Morgan could become accustomed. He helped Jacqui with the dishes, while Bert pulled out a dusty Candyland game and challenged Dustin."Be careful," Jacqui said as Dustin tried pushing her father's chair into the other room. "He cheats.""Bah. She just sucks at the game and is a poor loser to boot."Morgan laughed as Jacqui just rolled her eyes. "Cheating's not nice," little Dustin said as they disappeared through the doorway."Take it easy on him, Dustin," Morgan called after them as he grabbed a dish towel from the front of the stove. "Shall we?"Jacqui looked at him, her eyes full of the laughter she was holding inside. "How about we just fill th