“It depends heavily on the situation. First, tell me about this Cecily. Has she been in your path since everything that happened with Annika and Creighton?”
“No. She was mine way before.”
Interesting.
He never mentioned her and probably didn’t tell Annika or my wife about her either. And I would’ve known, because our daughter is the exact opposite of her brother. While he keeps everything buried, she lets it all out.
“And?” I push him a bit further. “Why did you let her go?”
Another sip of vodka, and another.
And another.
“She liked another guy, but I unapologetically stole her from him. I thought I could have her fully. That with time, she’d forget about him.” His fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle. “I thought wrong.”
“Did you look at it from all angles before you came to that conclusion?”
“That footage.” He points at the screen. “That was during the initiation that she took part in just to spy for him. And he happens to be the leader of a rival group. How do I know she hasn’t been a spy for him ever since?”
“I don’t think she’s capable of that.”
“I didn’t think so either, Dad, but the quiet ones are the most conniving, after all.”
“She volunteers and believes in everything righteous. Not to mention that she acts like a mother figure in Annika’s little group. A person like that is physically unable to commit any harm unless backed into a corner. Did you back her into a corner?”
He shakes his head.
“Then how can you be so sure of your allegations?”
“She told me herself that she spied for him. All this time, she was stabbing me in the back while asking for my trust.”
“Did that confession happen under duress?”
“No.”
“Then that should be a good sign.”
“Or an attempt to deceive me further.”
“Jeremy.” I grab him by the shoulder, forcing the chair to swivel so that he’s facing me. “Son. You and I have a pesky problem called lack of trust. We always think people are either out to get us or will eventually do so, and while that’s a good trait to survive and rule the Bratva, it’s bothersome in our personal lives. A long time ago, I didn’t trust your mother either, and as a response, she pulled away from me until I almost lost her. So if this Cecily means to you even a sliver of what your mother means to me, don’t repeat my mistake.”
“How can I trust her when I know that she has another man in her heart? No matter what I do, I’ll always be her second choice.”
The pain that drips from his voice does unpleasant things to me. Jeremy isn’t only my son, my blood, and my pride. He’s a part of me. He’s the chance I had to prove that I’m nothing like my father. So to see him in this much anguish makes me wish I could slaughter his demons for him.
But I can’t and I won’t.
“I don’t have the answer to that. You do. Any external intervention will only provide a temporary reprieve. If you don’t look inward, you won’t be able to loosen the knot.”
He slides his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to lose her, but right now, I can’t trust her either.”
“Then take your time. Not too much, though, or else she might slip between your fingers. Unless that’s what you want?”
“That’s not what I want.” He slides his hand over the comic book. “At first, she reminded me of Mom. She had these moments when she’d grow lethargic and escape into her mind, eventually turning into a ghost. I couldn’t help Mom when she was in that state, but I wanted to help Cecily. Now that I think about it, that was the first time I’ve taken so much interest in someone who isn’t family. I just wanted to make it better and own her at the same time. That plan backfired, but I was still able to take care of the reason for those blackouts. With time, it became so much more. I thought I was saving her, but it turns out, she was saving me from my own unresolved issues.”
I listen to every word carefully, watch every expression and every glide of his fingers on the comic book.
Despite becoming the perfect, responsible adult, I’m not foolish enough to think Jeremy has erased everything that happened while he was growing up. He wasn’t young enough to be able to forget all about his ‘Ghost Mommy.’
And I know that memories of that version of his mother were still fresh in his head when he was seven, eight, and nine, because he sometimes asked me if ‘Ghost Mommy’ was ever coming back.
However, he hasn’t mentioned it since Lia found balance again, and this is actually the first time he’s voluntarily spoken about it. “Saved you how?” I ask in a low voice to keep him talking.
“Growing up, I resented Mom a little for erasing you and me. For not recognizing us for days on end. For being so out of it that I often found her spasming in her sleep. For looking at us yet not seeing us.”
“Jeremy. Your mother has mental issues…”
“I know, but I still hated her sometimes. You didn’t?”
“I wanted to shake the fuck out of her, and she hates me sometimes, too, but that’s normal. We can’t be full of love and understanding all our lives.”
“Cecily told me that. She also told me not to blame Mom, because if she’d had the choice, she wouldn’t have become a ghost. And she loved us enough to fight her demons and return to us.”
Huh.
I think I like this girl.
“Is that why you’ve been calling your mother so often lately?”
He nods.
“I learned to let go. To see Mom as the best version of herself instead of that horrible version from when I was a kid.”
I pat his shoulder twice before releasing him. “I’m proud of you, son.”
“I’m not.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like myself right now. I should be trying to get over her, but here I am being her advocate and thinking of ways to get her back.”
“If you want her back, do it. Or else you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“What if it backfires again?”
“Talk to her and listen. Really listen, Jeremy. Not with your mind, but with your heart and your soul. Listen to her with parts of you that she helped heal. And if you still can’t trust her, so be it.”
He starts to take a sip of the vodka, then decides against it and leaves the bottle on the table. “I’ll do it when I’m sober.”
“I agree. And, Jeremy?”
“Yes?”
“The talk we just had about your mother will remain our secret. She can’t under any circumstances find out about it or she’ll feel horrible, and we don’t want that.”
“I wasn’t going to tell her.”
“Good.”
“Thank you, Dad.”
“What for?”
“Listening to me just now, but also for being there for both me and Mom all those years ago. Thank you for not giving up on her or me, no matter how hard it got.”
I smile. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, Malysh.”
This time, I’m the one who takes a sip from his bottle of vodka, and then I point it at him. “Once you get your girl, bring her home to meet us. Your mother will love her.”
“That is, if she wants to be with me.”
“There’s an easy solution for that, son.”
“Which is?”