The tears I’d seen moments earlier were gone, his eyes now full of nervous anticipation. “I’ve missed you,” he said, and stood up, his hands toying with the damp strands of hair falling around my face. He was so close, close enough that I could see the flecks of gray in his green eyes.
“I have waited forever to do this, Ella, and I nearly lost you twice in the process.”
I suppose I should’ve waited for him, let Josh close those final two inches between us. But my stomach twisted in anticipation, my mind close to freezing up. I had waited for that moment for so long, had dreamed about it.
Ignoring my fear, I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, tugging gently until he got my hint. I didn’t want to wait anymore. I didn’t want to lose another second to fear or uncertainty.
He stopped as his lips met mine, his words whispered across my breath. “I love you, Ella Lawton. If you believe in nothing else, I need you to believe in that.”
I shook my head as he tried to swipe at my tears with his nose. I wanted to cry. I needed to cry. For the past, for the future, for him.
“And I love you, too.” Those words were an extension of me, every syllable of their meaning saving me from myself.
I heard rather than saw the car come to a stop, the tires screeching to a halt as the car door opened. They didn’t bother to turn the engine off or shut their doors. They got out and ran those few short steps to where I stood.
Josh grabbed my hand, probably afraid that I’d bolt. I wouldn’t. They already knew; the simple note I’d left them was still in my mom’s hand.
They looked so different, sad and hopeful at the same time. Mom smiled, the first true display of happiness I’d seen from her in weeks, and it was for me. Dad mouthed my name, my real name, then nodded. They knew who I was, what I’d done, and they’d come to find me anyway.
“Hi.” It seemed like such a silly way to start the conversation, but it was the only thing I could think of, the one word that solidified in the jumbled mess of emotions pouring out of me.
“This is Ella. Ella, these are your parents,” Josh said, and I laughed at the insanely sweet way he tried to smooth out the tense silence that surrounded us.
Dad chuckled, too, then held out his hand in a mock gesture of greeting. “Nice to have you back. I’m your father and this lovely lady standing next to me is your mom.”
I took his hand, fully aware he was going to pull me into his arms. I let him, burying myself in his chest and holding on like he was the last solid thing left in the world.
“We’ve missed you.”
The whispered words came from behind me, and I lifted my head enough to see Mom staring at me before she kissed the top of my head. I wiggled free, confused as to why they weren’t upset with me. I’d expected anger … for the accident, for lying, for taking what good memories they had of Maddy and destroying them. I was prepared for that, was prepared to accept that. But this, this silent forgiveness … I didn’t know what to do with it.
“You’re not angry,” I said as my head whipped between Mom and Dad. I was waiting, wondering which one of them was going to lose it on me first. Neither did. Mom shook her head, and Dad held out his arms again, offering me shelter and comfort.
“Why? I don’t get it, why aren’t you mad?”
“We’re sorry that you thought you had to do this. Sorry that you ever thought Maddy was more important to us than you. We are confused and angry with ourselves for not recognizing who you were the instant you woke up, but we’re not upset with you, Ella. We couldn’t be.”
Ella. The sound of my name coming from my mother had me shaking, seeking out my father’s hand as the weight of the lie I’d been carrying finally lifted. I sucked in a ragged breath and then another one after that, my heart, my soul, my entire being realigning itself with the truth that everybody now knew: I was Ella Lawton.