The Book Club Hotel

“No.” It was difficult, but not as difficult as she would have expected. Maybe it was because Hattie herself was so straightforward and honest about everything. “I’m interested in the details. I’ve never had that.”

“You must have had so many questions when you found that card.” Hattie sat down again and picked up her glass. “Is that why you’re here now? No, it can’t be. If you found the card a while ago, why now? It wasn’t a coincidence, which means you chose to find me. But then you didn’t seem exactly pleased to see me.”

Erica stared into the fire. Beyond the windows snow was falling, coating the trees with another layer of white. “When I found the card, I was shocked. I had a lot of questions.”

“But no one to answer them.”

“Right. And I had such mixed emotions.” It was the first time she’d admitted it. “Part of me was upset that my mother had kept that hidden from me. But I also felt protective of her. She never did anything without thinking about it carefully. If she’d wanted me to know then she would have given me the card.”

Hattie paused. “That was a big decision she made, given that it affected you, too. You weren’t angry with her?”

“A little, at first. But then I thought back to what her life had been like. He left her alone and afraid. And in those early days when she might still have forgiven him, he didn’t make contact.” Erica felt a pang as she thought of how difficult it had been for her mother. “That panic he felt that made him run? She felt that, too. She felt the weight of that responsibility, but she shouldered it and became fiercely independent. She never wanted to feel that vulnerable again, and she raised me to be independent, too. To handle things.”

“Your poor mother.” Hattie spoke softly. “That card arriving when you were twelve must have shaken her. She must have been afraid that letting him back into her—or your—life, in whatever way, might threaten everything she’d built.”

“Exactly. And she didn’t throw it away, which suggests she was conflicted.” Erica glanced at Hattie. “And I was, too, which is why when I found the card I just put it away, with a few of her other things that I kept. Not many.” She gave a quick smile. “I’m not sentimental, as Anna will confirm. But putting the card away didn’t stop me thinking about it. I decided I wanted to know more about my father, so I hired a private investigator.”

Hattie lifted her eyebrows. “People do that in real life? I’ve only ever seen it in movies.”

“Claudia said the same thing, but yes, it’s a thing. He told me my father had died, but he also told me about you. And Delphi.” Erica paused, wondering how much to say. “There wasn’t much in the report except a few dates and locations. Facts. But I looked you up, read a piece about this place and everything that had happened.”

“But what made you decide to come and find me?”

She’d asked herself that same question.

Erica felt a stirring inside her that might have been panic. “I’m not sure. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Maybe it’s because you were raising a child alone, as my mother did.”

“Or maybe it was because you were curious about me. I was definitely curious about you. And why not? We’re related. Family.” Hattie shifted her position. “I thought about you often. Although obviously, I didn’t know anything about you, so my image of you was all in my head.”

Erica’s mouth was dry. “What did you imagine?”

“When I was younger I used to picture you showing up at my door. You’d love me on sight, of course, and we’d become instant best friends—” She gave a rueful smile. “My expectations were set very high back then.”

Erica felt a stab of guilt as she remembered her less than friendly greeting when Hattie had appeared at the door.

“I don’t tend to love people on sight. I’m more cautious than that.”

“I’m sure you are. After what happened, it must be hard for you to trust. But you have such a close friendship group, you clearly have managed it.”

That was true. She trusted Anna and Claudia completely.

Hattie paused. “I don’t expect you to love me on sight, but I would like the chance to get to know you a little and I hope in time we might become closer. I think our dad would have liked that. More to the point, I’d like that and I know Delphi would, too.” She toyed with the stem of her glass. “When I came up to your room earlier it didn’t seem as if you wanted a relationship, and if that’s the case then of course I understand.”

Erica no longer knew what she wanted. Pursuing this relationship wouldn’t be a casual thing, especially not with a child involved. It couldn’t be. She remembered the loneliness of her own childhood. The nagging feeling that maybe the fact that it was just the two of them was somehow her fault. That if she’d done something differently, been a different person, maybe her father wouldn’t have left in the first place, or maybe he would have wanted to come back and live with them. She didn’t want to be in Delphi’s life and then exit, leaving her with the feeling that she’d somehow fallen short.

So far, their interaction had been fairly superficial. She could still check out in the morning and put all this behind her, and Delphi would forget her in a week.

But was that really what she wanted?

For the first time in her life, she didn’t know what she wanted. She felt cowardly. Unsettled. But she knew she owed Hattie an apology.

“I was rude earlier. I apologize. It’s no excuse, but I underestimated how emotional the whole thing would be. I didn’t know my father, and I didn’t know you, so I didn’t expect to be assaulted by so many feelings. It was—” she stared into her glass “—it is confusing.”

“I’m finding it confusing, too. You were this shadowy figure in my life. Almost a permanent reminder of the importance of behaving responsibly.” Hattie gestured to the window, where snow was swirling in the darkness. “It’s snowing heavily. At this rate you may not have a choice about leaving tomorrow.”

There was a wistful note in her voice, and Erica felt as if this was the point where she should say that she no longer wanted to leave, but she couldn’t force the words out of her mouth. She didn’t know how she felt. Staying would mean deepening the bond, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Hattie broke the silence. “Tell me more about you. Where do you live?”

“I have an apartment in Manhattan. But I’m not there often. I travel a lot for work.”

“Where to?”

“Everywhere.” Erica relaxed a little. “Often Europe and the Far East.”

“Sounds glamorous.”

“It can be.” Erica thought about the hotel rooms, the spas, the room service. “It can also be lonely.”

“Do you have someone special in your life?”

“You mean romantic?” Did Jack count? No, their relationship was practical and satisfying but not serious in any way. “No.”

“You hesitated.” Hattie leaned forward and passed Erica the bottle so that she could top up her glass. “Tell me more. Leave nothing out.”

“Now you’re sounding like Anna.”

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