“If I hadn’t left you that morning—if I had come back to Selinsgrove to find you…”
She shook her head. “I was only seventeen, Gabriel. Dad would have pulled a gun on you.”
“I should have waited.”
She sighed, and her face wore a pained look. “You don’t know how much I regret not waiting for you. He’s why I never celebrate my birthday. And he just ruined it again.” She began to cry quietly.
Gabriel kissed away her tears. “Forget about him. It’s just us, now. No one else.”
Julia wanted to believe him. But unfortunately, she knew that her past was only just now beginning to catch up with her. She trembled in fear when she thought about what the holidays might bring.
Julia had very bad luck when it came to Thanksgiving.
Chapter 24
On Tuesday evening, Julia had a very tense albeit edited conversation with her father about the previous weekend’s events. She called him on her new iPhone, explaining why she had to change her number. He’d been trying in vain to speak to her for three days but had only reached her voice mail. He was annoyed.
“Dad, I had to change my number because Simon called me.”
“Oh, really?” Tom’s voice was hesitant, which made Julia suspicious.
“Yes, really. He said that you gave him my number. Then he called and harassed me!”
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.
“I’ll give you my new number, but I don’t want you to share it with anyone, especially Deb. She’ll just turn around and give it to Natalie.”
Tom continued talking to himself, as he was wont to do. Until he realized there was a person on the other end of the line. “Don’t worry about Deb.”
“Yes, Dad, I worry about her! Her daughter still talks to Simon. What if she tells him I’m coming home? He could show up at your house!”
“You’re overreacting. He isn’t going to drive all the way out here. We had a nice conversation last week. He was very polite and simply said that you had a few things that belonged to him. He didn’t want to bother you, but I gave him your number and said it would be okay for him to call you.”
“I don’t have anything of his! And even if I did, you know I don’t want to talk to him. He is not a good guy, Dad. He acts one way around you. With me…” Julia shook slightly.
“Are you sure it wasn’t a misunderstanding?”
“It’s pretty difficult to misunderstand threats and harassment, Dad. He doesn’t get to talk to me. He doesn’t get to be my friend. And no apology will make up for what he did.”
Tom sighed into the phone.
“All right, Jules. I’m sorry. I won’t give anyone your number. But are you sure you don’t want to give him a second chance? He comes from a great family. And everyone makes mistakes.”
Julia rolled her eyes so hard they nearly spiraled out of her head and dropped onto the floor. In that instant she wanted to be vindictive. She wanted to ask her father if he would have taken her mother back if he’d seen what she walked in on at age twelve—Sharon bent over the kitchen table by one of the boyfriends. But she was not vindictive, so she didn’t.
“Dad, he might be a senator’s son but he’s a son of a bitch. And what was broken can never be fixed. Trust me.”
Tom exhaled loudly. “Okay. When are you coming home?”
“Thursday.”
“And you’re driving with Rachel and Aaron?”
“That’s the plan. Gabriel is coming too.” Julia tried to make her lie convincing.
“See to it that you stick close to Aaron and as far as possible from Gabriel.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a bad apple. I’m surprised he isn’t in jail right now. All I can say is he’s lucky he moved to Canada.”
Julia shook her head. “If he was a felon, the Canadians wouldn’t have granted him a work visa.”
“Canadians let anyone in. Including terrorists.”
Julia stuck her tongue out at her father’s anti-Canadian bias and proceeded to plan her visit with him, hoping against hope that he would keep his promises.
***
After another Dante seminar in which Christa shamelessly flirted with Gabriel, Julia found herself walking home with Paul, who continued to be charming and friendly. They commiserated over Christa’s new sexier-than-thou wardrobe and please-let-me-seduce-you-before-you-fail-me stiletto boots, before Julia bid him good evening and entered her apartment. She made herself a modest dinner of chicken noodle soup and Lady Grey tea, and admired her birthday presents.
Once Julia’s birthday had been so rudely interrupted by Simon, Gabriel poured her a glass of wine and insisted that she relax by the fire while he prepared dinner. After dinner and a candlelit birthday cake, he presented her with gifts before taking her to bed.