I had to blink back a wash of tears myself as the little girl petted the top of his head and muttered soothingly, “It’s okay, Sammy. It was an accident. You didn’t hurt me on purpose.”
Was that the key to moving forward? Understanding that someone who loved you, who you loved, could hurt you even though they didn’t mean to, accepting it and moving on? For a long time, I struggled with guilt, with regret because I pushed Remy, laid down an ultimatum that was going to make our relationship crash and burn, but I was mad at him, too. Mad he left. Mad I had to put the ultimatum out there in the first place. Mad that when he died I had to suffer and grieve on my own because the rest of the people that loved and lost him didn’t even know I existed. I took that anger out on myself, let my life spiral out of control and did things that justified those feelings of anger and guilt, but now … now I had a new normal with a good man staring me right in the face and I couldn’t pull the trigger because I was scared.
I was scared of love, where this little girl, this hero, this exceptional human being, was embracing it and using it not only to heal herself but also her family. In the face of such courage, such warmth and delight, I knew there was no way I could continue to let fear and doubt win. I may have lost Remy, but I wouldn’t trade any of our moments together for anything in the world. That brilliant discovery of first love, that sharp sting of first heartbreak, I wouldn’t give any of it up, even knowing how badly it all would hurt in the end. The same went for my relationship with Dom. I wasn’t willing to give him up. I knew it from the get-go that he was a keeper and I was holding on to him, but I’d done a piss-poor job of allowing myself to enjoy falling in love with him. Fear ruined everything and it had taken enough from me.
When the mother made her way back into the room, I had the little girl on her stomach on the exercise ball and her brother holding her legs as she rolled forward and he pulled her back. She had her arms out like she was Superman even though she was supposed to be using them to pull herself forward. I saw the woman open her mouth to say something to her kids, but she changed her mind and looked at me instead.
“It’s like how it was before. Like they are just playing around and can’t even feel how tragic and horrific all of this is.”
“Because to them it isn’t tragic. She’s still here. She still loves him and they will find a way to adapt. So will you if you are open to it.” They still had a long way to go but if they all followed the little girl’s example they would make it there.
After running through some exercises I thought would be fun for the kids to do together during the week when I didn’t see them, I was headed back to my office when one of the other therapists came and found me to tell me a cop was waiting for me in my office. I tried to keep the chill out of my blood because I knew Dom had his last test with the department today and had no doubts he would pass, but ice still slid through my veins.
When I pulled open the door, I was surprised to see the pretty redhead he had introduced me to at the bar standing by my bookshelves looking at the pictures. She was dressed in the standard police blues and should have looked dowdy and frumpy but didn’t. The girl was a stone-cold knockout and even a stiff and basic uniform couldn’t hide the fact.
“It’s so weird to see pictures of the other brother. It’s like looking at Rule if he was from an alternate universe.”
“That’s how I feel when I spend time with him, only he seems like an alternate Remy to me. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Royal?” I walked over to my desk and took a seat behind it while motioning to the chairs across the way for her to take a seat in.