Deep Betrayal

chapter 6

TRUTH



The motel where Mom and Dad were staying was a one-story structure with an enormous peak over the entrance still strung with sagging Christmas lights. Calder pulled into a spot alongside the pool but near my parents’ room. The brass number 12 hung askew above the peephole in their door.

Sophie peeled her sweaty legs off the vinyl seat with a ripping sound and climbed out. She ran to the motel room door and knocked. In the brief second it was open, I saw Mom packing and the blue flicker of the television reflected in a mirror.

“I’m telling him now,” I said. “Before they leave. Maybe you’ll get your wish and he’ll change his mind about going back.”

“Please rethink this, Lil. He’s gone his whole life not knowing.”

“You probably don’t need to worry so much,” I said with a sigh. “I doubt he’s going to believe me.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Calder said. His hand came to rest on my knee. I could feel the tingle of electricity in his fingertips, stimulating my muscles, making them jump. “He’ll believe you. You can trust me on that.”

I turned away from the door to look squarely at him. He brought his arm back to the steering wheel. “Why are you so sure?” I asked.

“Not believing you and not wanting to believe you are two different things. As soon as you start explaining, he’ll believe you. In his heart, he might already know.”

“You’re sure?” I turned back to stare at Number 12.

“Without a doubt.” He stroked my hair now and my confidence grew exponentially.

“Okay,” I said, releasing all the air from my lungs. “How do we do this?”

“You mean how do you do this. I told you what I think. This is all on you. Besides, having me there isn’t going to make him any more receptive.”

“I need you there with me. To explain,” I said.

He picked at the peeling rubber around the steering wheel. “I’ll wait in the car.”

“You seriously aren’t going to help me?”

He took a deep breath and slowly turned to face me. “What exactly are you going to say?”

“I’m going to start at the beginning. And then I’ll end by explaining about Tallulah, and her being found, and what it might mean for the future.”

“As if we knew,” he said, his tone scoffing.

“Are you going to be a jerk about this?” I stared at him, giving him the few seconds he obviously needed to think clearly, but he didn’t budge. He stared at his hands on the wheel.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll tell him on my own. But don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t.”

I unbuckled and kicked open the car door, which creaked on its hinges. When I slammed it shut, shards of rust sprinkled to the blacktop like glitter.

I knocked, and Sophie opened the door. Mom and Dad were already standing right behind her, apparently clued in to another one of my near-death experiences. How many did that make? Three, counting last night. This time I hadn’t even gotten wet.

“Mom. Dad,” I said, for lack of a better introduction.

“What’s going on, Lily?” Dad asked. “Are you trying to make us prematurely gray? Sophie said you almost drowned?”

“Hardly. Can I talk to you outside, Dad?” My voice was a thin wavering line.

Mom gave him a look and turned her wheelchair back toward the suitcases. Dad stepped out and closed the door quietly behind him.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Are you feeling okay? We shouldn’t have let you go to the beach.”

“Dad, we need to talk.” He narrowed his eyes and followed unwillingly. I led him to one of the white plastic table-and-chair settings that were placed around the swimming pool. It didn’t escape my notice that he walked barefoot through every puddle on the pool deck.

The chairs scraped on the concrete as we pulled them up to the table. Dad’s face was pale, his blue eyes slightly sunken. His lips chapped and cracking at the corners of his mouth. Again I wished Calder had come with me. There were too many details I still didn’t fully understand.

“Okay. I know what you’re going to say, Lil, and I’ve already talked it over with your mom.”

“You talked to her about this?”

Dad looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Of course. She wants you to come home, and I don’t have any great excuse for keeping you away anymore. Heck, Lil, I want you to be with us. I’ve missed you. More than you know.

“And since I haven’t seen any sign of … him … Don’t look at me like that, you know who I mean. I don’t think we’ll have any more—”

“Dad, this isn’t about begging to come home, although I’m really glad you want me to. Really. But what I want to talk about … well, it is kind of related to that.”

“Related to what?”

“Home. I know you haven’t been feeling yourself lately.”

He looked at me intently then.

“And I think I know why.” I waited for him to give me permission to go on. He didn’t say anything more, though, so I faltered. “Um … so yeah. Well … Maybe I should tell you a story.”

Dad ran his fingers through his hair. “Is this about what happened last month? Because I don’t—”

“Sure, Dad. But that’s where the story ends. It’s not the beginning.”

I watched the replay of last month’s events in his eyes, the panic of seeing me in the water, the terror of seeing the monster his dad had warned him about, the uncertainty of not knowing what to do. “Do I want to hear this?” he asked.

“I’m hoping you already know what I’m going to tell you.”

He shook his head and started to stand up. “Your mother needs some help packing. We want to leave by five.”

I caught his hand when he was halfway up. “Sit down, Dad. This is important. You need to hear this before you leave.”

He collapsed with a sigh into his chair and ran his finger up and down one of the grooves in the white plastic table. “Fine, Lily. You talk. But I can’t promise to listen.”

I pulled my chair up to his, bringing our knees together. The skin on his hands was dry and cracked. I rubbed my finger over my own knuckles a few times, looking for the words to start. “Okay, so, once upon a time …”

He raised his eyebrows, and I looked into his eyes. How many times had this situation been reversed? Him reading me a bedtime story that began exactly this way. My story wasn’t starting the way he expected.

“There was a woman named Nadia. She lived on Lake Superior, or I should say, she lived in the lake.”

His lips tightened in response.

“Dad, remember that story Jack told us around the campfire? The one about the mermaids who walked around like regular people?”

“That’s just a story, Lily.”

“That was Nadia,” I said. “Nadia had children. Three daughters. And a son.”

Dad closed his eyes and sighed in resignation. “You’re right, Lily. I do know what you’re telling me. I saw it. And him. That boy. That … thing. Calder.” He said his name like a curse. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Calder is this Nadia’s son?” He shook his head to clear the impossible image of the mermaids from his memory.

“No, Dad. Not Calder. You. You are Nadia’s son.”

The words hung there. In the air. Hovering. Like a soap bubble waiting to pop.

“No,” he said.

“Dad, just listen to what I’m—”

“No,” he said again. This time louder. He nearly growled. “I know who my mother was.”

I nodded and bowed my head. I’d always known Grandma would be the biggest obstacle to making him believe. “Dad, I don’t know what Grandpa told Grandma, but after what you saw last month, you have to realize that Grandpa wasn’t crazy after all. He kept the truth a secret from you because he must have thought he was protecting you.”

Dad pressed his fists against his forehead. “You’re being preposterous.”

I could tell it was just as Calder had predicted: Not believing and not wanting to believe were two different things, and in that moment they were battling to the death in my dad’s head.

For a second, I wished I’d taken Calder’s advice. Maybe I shouldn’t have told Dad. He’d gone all this time not knowing and things had been fine. Well, maybe not fine, but he’d managed. Still, I couldn’t shake the thought of him giving in to temptation, jumping into the lake, the full transformation happening without any warning or explanation.

A family with three shrieking children arrived at the pool. The oldest did a cannonball, drenching his dad, who shook the water from his magazine.

I pressed on. “The way I understand it, Grandpa was supposed to give you back to Nadia when you turned one, but he refused.”

“Stop it, Lily,” Dad said.

“Think about it. He kept you from the water. He refused to ever go back to the lake. Didn’t you yourself say that you always felt the pull?”

Dad stood up fast, and his chair toppled over behind him. “I’ve been losing my mind. You have no idea what I’ve been suffering.”

He was pacing now. “You have no idea. I’ve been insane with worry, thinking I’m going crazy just like him. Seeing mermaids. My God, what next? And what about your mother? If I lose it, how am I supposed to take care of her? How can I take care of her when I’m falling apart?”

I glanced over at the other father at the pool and caught him watching us. He quickly looked away and turned back to his magazine.

“Dad, sit.”

“Gah!” He righted his chair and sat down, his head dropping to his chest. His face, pale with exhaustion. “What am I supposed to tell your mother?”

“Nothing! Don’t tell her a thing. She couldn’t handle this.”

The next time he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “Why is it so much worse for me now?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. I turned around, hoping Calder would come help—he had to be able to hear everything being said—but the landscaped shrubs surrounding the pool were too thick for me to see him. “I have a theory.”

“What?”

“When you jumped in after me that day. That day you saw the mermaid. And Calder. You started to change. I saw the first sign. A silver ring. Right there.” I touched my finger gingerly to his throat. “But you didn’t make the full transformation. I think your body has tasted a bit of it. You’re craving the water. Your body wants it.”

“It’s always been like that. It’s only worse now.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” I said.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Again, the doubt weighed down on me, crushing me. “The mermaid, Dad. The one Jack shot? She washed up onshore. If Calder’s other sisters find out she’s dead, he thinks they’ll come after you.”

“Me? Why—? Wait, have you been in contact with that … that …? You know I told you to—”

“Calm down, Dad. Focus on what’s important here.” I launched into the rest of the story: How Nadia had grieved for him after he was taken from her. How she suffered when he didn’t return. How she died. How Maris and Pavati blamed him for her death.

“I was a baby!” he protested.

I went on to explain how Calder had come to join the mermaid family and how my attempt to save my family had all gone terribly wrong, though Dad had been there for that part.

“You’re saying that … that was my sister in the water with you,” he said, slowly accepting the truth. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill her.”

“No,” I said. “But Maris and Pavati don’t know the truth, and they won’t believe Calder if he tells them.”

“Why not?”

“That’s a longer story, Dad.”

He stared straight ahead at the motel swimming pool, and I could guess where his thoughts were going.

Dad opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again and asked, “If I dove into that pool, would I turn into a mermaid?”

“Merman,” Calder said, coming up behind me.

I spun around in my chair.

“And you don’t want to do that in chlorine. It’s a nasty business.”