A Family of Their Own

Chapter Eight

The doorbell’s chime drew Kelsey to the door. When she opened it, Ross stood there, unsmiling. Stress etched his face.

“Hi. I hope you don’t mind I dropped by without calling.”

He looked desolate, and she ached for him. “No, it’s fine.” She stepped back, opening the door wider. “Any news on Peyton?” She reached for his jacket.

“Today.” He drew up his shoulders and shrugged it off.

“Not good news.” Her question wasn’t needed. She knew from the look on his face. “What is it, Ross?”

He ambled into the room and plopped on the sofa. “It could be worse, but Timmons upped her blood thinner this time. If she could only get her arrhythmia under control, that would help.”

“That affects her activities, I know.” She sank into a chair near him. Though she wanted to be upbeat and say something positive, concern pulled at her face.

“It restricts her more than she’s already restricted. I worry that the school will suggest she be homeschooled with a visiting teacher dropping in once a week. I don’t want to think of that happening. I’m glad to help her with her studies, but it kills me for her. She already feels alienated, and this will just broaden the gap.”

Ross pushed himself up from the sofa and paced to the window and back as if he were waiting for someone, but Kelsey guessed he was only waiting for answers for his daughter’s healing.

She rose and met him in the middle of the living room, slipping her hands to his shoulders. “You know my heart is breaking for you.”

He searched her eyes. “I know. You really care, and that means more than I can say. You’re strong and I feel so lost sometimes.”

She brushed his cheek with her palm. “Funny, because I’ve thought that about you.”

His eyebrows arched. “One of us is confused.” A faint smile touched his lips.

She let her hand drop to his and pulled him forward. “Let’s have some coffee. It won’t solve our problems, but maybe caffeine will stimulate our brain cells.”

“Maybe.” A short chuckle left him as he followed her through the dining room to the kitchen. She motioned him to sit at the table while she poured the coffee and carried it to him. “You dropped Peyton off at school?”

He nodded. “I want to keep things as normal as I can for her.”

She slipped onto the chair. “And what about you? What are you doing for yourself?”

A blank look filled his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean?”

“This stress is taking a toll on you, Ross. Come to MOSK Wednesday. Share these things and listen to the others. I know it won’t change anything, but you said it yourself. Maybe you can learn a way to cope or hear something that will help.”

A lengthy breath escaped him. “Now that I had you fight for me, sometimes I think it was a mistake. I’m not sure I can open up like I can to you. I know you and I—”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

He closed his eyes, his head nodding. “You’re right. The other day I began to realize that I’m avoiding it. It kills me to know you fought a battle for me, and now I’m acting like a coward.”

“Coward?” She reached across the table and grasped his hand. “Not a coward. A hero who’s not looking forward to a new battle, but you will win.”

“I will. Yes.”

“Good. I really think you’ll—”

The telephone jarred their conversation. It always did when Lucy was away from home. “Excuse me a minute.” She headed for the phone across the room. She gazed at the caller ID and froze. She longed to turn and walk away, but Kelsey forced herself to pick up the headset.

“Kelsey, this is Karen. I hated to call you, but I thought I should for Lucy’s sake.”

Lucy’s sake. Hearing from her ex-friend not only startled Kelsey, but triggered the bitter feelings she’d lugged around since Karen ran off with her husband. “What is it?”

“It’s Doug. He’s very ill and—”

Her words vanished in a sob. Kelsey braced herself.

“It’s pancreatic cancer, Kelsey.”

Pancreatic. The word squeezed against her heart. The worst. “What stage?”

“Three. It’s in the lymph nodes.”

The news startled her. Doug was Lucy’s father. Though he’d been remiss in seeing her—more like neglectful—the fact remained. “I’m sorry, Karen.” How long? The question hung on her lips but couldn’t be uttered.

“I know he hasn’t been a good father to Lucy. I bugged him sometimes, but you know how he is. He kept putting it off, and the longer he waited the harder it was.”

Kelsey knew and didn’t want to hear his excuses. She tried to find appropriate words, but every thought that came to her was piled with anger and resentment.

“He wants to see Lucy, Kelsey.”

“Now?” The word shot from her. “You’re asking me to…” To what? Give a dying man his last wish. “Lucy’s been through a difficult time, and—”

“I know. Doug couldn’t handle it. When—”

“Couldn’t handle it? Karen, you were once my friend. I was left alone to handle it. No support from Doug or you.” Self-pity tore through her.

“Kelsey, would you have accepted my help?”

Shame lodged in her chest. “Probably not. You’re right, but I would have appreciated a little support from Doug.”

She leaned against the wall, torn with her response. “I’ll talk with Lucy and see if she’s up to it.” The statement was moot. Lucy was up to everything. She had gained strength from fighting her own battle.

Kelsey swallowed her frustration. “Is there treatment? Surgery?”

“He has options.” Karen’s voice cracked. “But he’s not sure he wants to go through it when the outcome is clear.”

Reality pressed against her stomach, and for a moment, her mind flew back to the years she’d been in love with Doug and the good times they’d had. But he’d ruined it all with his betrayal of their marriage vows. Vows that had meant everything to her.

Kelsey lifted her gaze, startled to see Ross sitting across the great room, staring out the window. She’d forgotten. “Karen, I’ll talk to Lucy and call you back. She’s in school now.” She glanced at her watch. Only four hours before she had to break the news to Lucy that her father was dying.

“Is she doing better now? Kelsey…” Her name had almost vanished in a whisper. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked earlier.”

“You had other things on your mind.” And so did she. Her gaze settled on Ross. She’d never told him about Doug, and she wondered what he was thinking. “I have company right now, Karen. I’ll call you later this evening after I talk with Lucy.”

When she hung up, she stood a moment, sorry that Ross had to hear her conversation. She should have gone into her bedroom. Anywhere but to let him hear her bitterness and self-pity.

“I’m sorry, Ross. I had no idea the call would take so long.”

He turned to face her, his eyes questioning. “I should have taken a walk and given you privacy.”

“No. It’s best you were here.” She motioned for him to sit and warmed his coffee. “You’ve never asked, and I’ve never talked about my ex.”

He grasped the cup and took a sip. “I’ve wondered, but didn’t want to pry.”

“I should have told you long ago. You told me about Ruthie.” She had always avoided the memories. Too much pain. “Do you have time to listen?”

“I’d like to hear what happened. I assume the call was from him.”

“About him. It was from his wife, Karen.” She drew in a lengthy breath and told Ross about Doug and Karen’s betrayal. She didn’t delve into details. Not today.

“Your best friend?” He looked dazed. “And you never suspected?”

“Gullible. Stupid. Blind.” Her chest tightened with the memory of the hurt and mortification she dealt with when she found out.

“Deceived by your two best friends.” He shook his head. “I can’t even imagine.”

Neither could Kelsey. “I should have caught on.” She thought back to clues she’d brushed away, slips of the tongue she’d ignored.

“How did you find out?”

The day stabbed her. “Her husband figured it out and called me.”

Ross’s eyes widened as he drew back. “He called you. That must have been horrible.”

“I still didn’t believe it. I thought he was mixed up. Had the wrong person. You know. I did everything to convince him he was wrong until he said enough things that I had to face the truth.”

Ross leaned forward and grasped her hand.

“You know what Doug said when I confronted him?”

“I can’t imagine.”

“He said, ‘I never wanted you to know.’” Despite the painful memory, she chuckled at the absurdity. “How do you respond to that? Naturally, he didn’t want me to know.”

Ross shook his head, amazement on his face. “I’m glad you can laugh about it now.”

“I’ve risen above it. Moved on.” Had she really? “But the phone call dredged up a lot of emotion.”

“Why did she call?”

Gooseflesh rose up her arm. “Doug has pancreatic cancer. He’s in stage three.”

He lowered his head. “Horrible.”

“It is…especially for Lucy.” The thought bolted through her, and she rose on trembling legs. “I have to tell her when she gets home, and I don’t know how she’ll take it.”

“It’s her dad. I suppose she’ll—”

“He’s her father pretty much in name only. He hasn’t been around. An occasional call and, when he remembers, a gift for Christmas or her birthday.”

A frown deepened on his face.

“But to be fair, I didn’t push it. I didn’t want to face them, so their absence was better for me than their presence.” What she’d said to Karen jogged her mind. I was left alone to handle it. No support from Doug or you. It reeked of self-pity.

Ross drew her into his arms. “What you did seems natural to me. Don’t fault yourself. A father of any worth would insist on being with his daughter. You couldn’t stop him if you wanted to.”

Though he was right, Kelsey questioned her reaction, in retrospect. “Maybe a little urging would have gotten some action. Lucy would have known her father better than she does now.”

He pressed his cheek to hers. “It’s so hard to do the right thing when you’re wounded, and you were, Kelsey.”

He kissed her cheek and drew her closer. She felt her heart beating against his chest, his strong arms protecting her.

“I wish I could be there with you when you talk to Lucy, but I know I can’t.” He tilted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I want to be here for you, Kelsey, in any way I can. Just ask.”

Tears bubbled to the surface and rested on her lashes. His kindness overwhelmed her. She’d never experienced that kind of caring, and all her questions about their fated relationship seemed pointless now, and they vanished with his touch. “Thank you. Really. But talking to Lucy is something I have to do alone.”

“I know it is.”

She stood in his arms, dreading the moment that Lucy came home and dreading Ross leaving. When she faced her singleness, she often wondered what the future had in store for her—what God had in store for her—and she’d been taunted by the Bible verse that rang in her head. Two are better than one. She had become a one, but today the words held a different meaning. If one falls down, his friend can help him up. She clung to Ross’s muscular frame, knowing that she wouldn’t fall with him at her side.

Thank You, Lord.



Ross stood in the doorway of the MOSK meeting, gathering courage. Kelsey had been correct. He needed to be here, so he’d pushed away the negative talk in his head and forced himself to attend. When he came through the door, he faced a group of women. No other men were in attendance—he’d hoped that maybe one other brave soul had decided to take advantage of the organization’s new policy…to open the group to male members on a trial basis.

The word trial irked him, but he had to be grateful they were willing to try, and he had to admit, he could have easily passed up the offer himself without Kelsey’s encouragement. She thought he was strong. He wasn’t. His strength came from prayer and common sense. Men were expected to handle things.

Kelsey smiled and patted the seat next to her.

He wandered to her side, curious about her discussion with Lucy. She hadn’t called, and he decided to give her time to deal with the difficult situation that he’d witnessed. He settled into the chair beside her and studied her face before asking. “How’s Lucy?”

“She’s okay. It was hard to tell her. She cried a little. I knew she would. Lucy has a soft, forgiving heart. Lucy talked about her dad’s neglectful ways, but always with words of forgiveness. She offered reasons. He traveled so much and he lived quite a long distance away. I let her talk without comment. I knew not to put down her dad, even though I felt so much bitterness.”

“Good for you. That’s not easy.”

Kelsey eyed her watch. “Time to start.” She rose and faced the women. “Today I’d like to introduce you to a good friend of mine.”

Ross’s chest ached, holding back his anxiety. The muscles in his neck had become iron rods, and though he tried to relieve the tension, he couldn’t do it without making it obvious. “This is Ross Salburg, and he’ll be joining us based on our vote that we’ll open our meetings to men and see how it goes.”

Ross wanted to escape, but he grasped the chair seat and forced himself to smile and give the women a wave.

Diane Dodge raised her hand. “Welcome, Ross. I’m so glad you’ve finally made it. Now that you’ve appeared, I can get my husband to come. He’s been waiting.”

Ross chuckled. “So he didn’t want to be the first guy to attend?”

“Right. I told him he was cowardly.” She tittered. “He’s not, but I thought the comment would motivate him. Obviously it didn’t.”

Some women chuckled.

“We’ll look forward to him being with us next week, Diane. Tell him he’s welcome.”

Kelsey waved her finger from one side of the room to the other. “So let’s get in our circle and begin.”

Chairs scraped as the women shifted into a circle and once everyone was settled, Kelsey opened the meeting. “Since you shared the news about your husband, Diane, tell us how everything else is going.”

She began, followed by the next woman. Ross’s throat ached, holding back emotions he hadn’t allowed to surface when tears were shed as one mother spoke of her son’s relapse. Each woman offered a word of encouragement, and the thoughts and concerns circled the room. The circle narrowed to him, and his hands trembled as he folded them in his lap, trying to hang on to his composure.

Kelsey motioned for him to begin, and he cleared his throat, hoping his voice would sound firm and in control. “As you already know, I’m Ross. My daughter, Peyton, who just turned twelve, has cardiomyopathy.”

A gasp sizzled around the room. Ross dug his nails into the base of the chair. He knew what they were thinking, and he didn’t want to hear their thoughts or face them. He gathered his wits. “Peyton has done quite well. I spotted the symptoms, because my wife…” He didn’t want to go there. Fifteen women stared at him, their faces filled with question. “Because my wife had died from cardiomyopathy a few years earlier.”

Shock registered on their faces, and this time their oohs reached him. They were empathizing. He knew that, but he’d never allowed people to share his grief—not until Kelsey came along. He glanced at her and saw her caring expression. He could see that she wanted to touch him, to give him a pat of confidence, but it was impossible in the room full of women.

Ross decided to barrel along. He told them about her symptoms, her tests and now his sadness at having to up her meds. “She has a difficult time with other kids. You know how they are. She misses school when she’s not doing well, and she feels out of it. Instead of going back to classes and joining in, she pulls away.”

“And that causes the others to pull away.”

He guessed that the comment came from the woman who’d introduced herself as Shirley. He nodded. “So that’s where I’m at now. Praying that her arrhythmia lessens, and we can decrease the coumadin.”

“I’ll add that to my prayer list,” Shirley said, compassion filling her face. “I’ll also pray for her ability to make friends.”

“Thanks, Shirley.”

A few other women joined in with comments on prayer, and Ross’s spirit lifted. He’d shared his story, and he received offers for prayer. He could do this, and maybe next time, he wouldn’t be so tense. He had so much more he could tell them, and he needed answers.

Chairs were shifted back and a short meeting followed. Women offered new ideas for sharing, films they’d seen, programs at hospitals for parents. It ended more quickly than he’d expected. He hung around, wanting to know more about Kelsey’s plans with Lucy, and when the last woman left the room, he rose from the chair. “What are you planning to do now that Lucy knows? Does she want to see him?”

Kelsey leaned her hip against the desk. “Yes, but I knew she would.”

“So what will you do?”

“He lives in Grand Rapids. I’ll take her there on Saturday, make sure she’s inside and then find something to do while they visit. They can call me on my cell phone when she’s ready to be picked up.”

“Saturday.” He tossed the idea around in his head. “Do you want company?”

“Company?” She eyed him and her eyes brightened. “You’re willing to come along?”

“Very willing. I’ll see if I can get a sitter for Peyton.” His comment fluttered across her face.

“You could bring her if you want.”

“I could.” He pictured the sober occasion, but Peyton had never been to Grand Rapids that he could remember and bringing her might be a good distraction for Lucy.

“It’s up to you, but I’d love your company.”

Something registered in her eyes that he didn’t comprehend. Maybe she had the same thoughts. Peyton would not only be a distraction, but the sad occasion might offer Peyton a chance to show sympathy and heighten their friendship.

A deep sigh rolled from Kelsey. “This will be hard for me.”

“I’m sure it will.” He couldn’t imagine Ruthie having an affair. Trust, confidence, everything defiled by lust and betrayal.

Kelsey dragged her fingers through her hair, forcing her part to vanish for a moment. “I’ve only seen Karen a couple of times since I learned about the affair and that was always from a distance. I dealt with Doug.”

“I’ll be with you. I can’t work wonders, but maybe having a friend there will help.”

“It will, and I can’t thank you enough.”

He walked to her side, longing to hold her in his arms. The almost-kiss still hung in his memory, waiting to happen. He’d monitored his emotions so long now he feared taking the step. He gazed at her lips, her soft cheeks and her long, silken hair. His pulse escalated. He looked around the empty room but stopped himself. This wasn’t the right time. Another opportunity would come, and hopefully her sitter wouldn’t turn on the porch light next time.