“You don’t know that.” I don’t face her. I can’t.
“Yes, I do. She was a child. Children are forgiving and resilient. More than anything she would want you to be happy. And to stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control.”
“But I deserve the blame. It’s my punishment.”
“Cole, you can’t carry the weight of an accident. That’s insane!”
“Is it?” I spit, whirling toward her. “Is it? I killed her dammit! Is it insane to carry the blame when my daughter died in a drunk driving accident with me? Because of me? Is it insane to carry the blame when she trusted me with her life and I threw it away because of a party? No, that’s not insane, Eden. That’s justice.”
My chest is heaving, my pulse pounding in my ears. I didn’t realize how loud, how harsh my voice was getting until the quiet set in. Now the quiet is like death, cold and empty.
“Y-you were driving drunk in the accident that killed her?”
Shame. God, the shame…the remorse…the pain…it’s overwhelming. I turn and lean my forehead against the wall, resisting the urge to pound my fist against it. But Emmy…Emmy is sleeping. She doesn’t need to be here for this. To witness this–the dissolution of Cole.
“The last time we came up here three years ago, Brooke wanted to come a day early. It was the weekend before Charity’s seventh birthday and she wanted to have a surprise party for her. We fought because I wanted to stop by a friend’s party first. I ended up agreeing to get Charity here by eight just to shut her up. But I went by my friend’s house first anyway. Stayed long enough to have a few drinks. And to be running late.” I close my eyes. I can still see my little girl, smiling up at me from the passenger seat. Innocent, trusting. Alive.
“I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. It started raining about halfway here. I remember Charity telling me that this time, she was going to bring back enough sand in her pockets to give some to all her friends at home. Of all the things she loved about our trips, building sandcastles on the beach with her daddy was her favorite.”
I don’t have to look back at Eden to know she’s crying. I hear her shaky breaths, I hear her quiet sobs. Only a parent would understand the pain that this kind of story means. Even if they’ve never experienced it, they’ve feared it. Dreamed about it. Prayed that it never happens to them.
“I was speeding when I saw the truck coming around the corner. He was barely over the line, but I swerved anyway. I was still going too fast when my right tire hit the gravel on the side of the road. I lost control. I couldn’t correct the skid. There was a steep bank and we started to roll. The car flipped four times before we hit the tree. Charity’s side was impacted the most. She was crushed.” I’m shivering. I feel like my teeth are chattering and my insides are trying to jump through my skin. “They said sh-she died instantly.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Eden
“OH, GOD!” I mutter brokenly. I don’t even know what to say. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I cover my mouth with my hands. When I look back up at Cole, leaning against the wall, defeated in his devastation, I’m drawn to him. Like I always am. I’m drawn to his pain, to his fury, to his intensity. I get up and cross the room, stopping inches from him. I can feel the heat radiating from him, warming away the chill that’s come over me.
“Cole, I’m so sorry.” I lay my hand on his broad back.
“Don’t,” he murmurs miserably. “Please don’t.”
“You can’t punish yourself forever. It was a tragedy, yes. An awful tragedy. But it was still an accident. You would never have hurt her on purpose. Never.”
“I’d give anything to be able to tell her that.”
“If she were here, she would already know that. Cole, you can’t give up on life because she’s gone. How does that honor her? To live a sad existence mourning her is just adding another tragedy to the pile. Can’t you just continue to love her? Can’t you find love and happiness and bring her with you?”
Cole turns to face me, his expression ravaged, and he tells me something I never wanted to hear. “No. I could never do that. I told you I was broken. I told you I didn’t have much to give. You just didn’t believe me.”
“What are you saying?”
His expression doesn’t change as he reaches up to cup my cheek. His touch is so light it’s almost ethereal. Like a cool breeze or the brush of a cloud. “I could fall in love with you, Eden. I might have already. But it won’t ever matter. The judge loved my team. Barely gave me a slap on the wrist. For killing my daughter. But I deserved to be punished. And this is my penance. That will never change.”
My heart is hitting my ribs like a battering ram. Did he just tell me he loves me? Or that he might love me? And then tell me that we are doomed in the very next breath?
“Won’t you at least try?”
“I have been. I’ve been falling in love. I’ve been happy, more and more the longer I’ve known you. And I’ve lost her. I’ve failed her again. And I can’t live with that.”
“So what does this mean for us?” Do I really want him to spell it out? Do I really want to hear him say the words?
“I’m saying that this can’t go on. At least not like it has been. I can’t be with you, Eden. Not like you’d want. Not like you deserve. What I’ve given you, it’s all I have to give. There is no more.”