The Promise (Thunder Point #5)(86)

“Did you see it?”

“No. But then, the kids didn’t reveal themselves to me—they pushed me away. They resented me so much. And when I tried to provide boundaries, you laughed me off. But, Ted, don’t worry now. You can get some training. Now, while there’s still time to help Krissy and time to keep from losing the other two.”

“You have no idea what it was like to hear my daughter say those things,” he said, his eyes growing watery again. “I had a mental image of seeing her dead.”

“You must have been terrified.”

“And guilty and ashamed and mortified. So filled with regret I couldn’t even speak. I don’t know what to do next. I don’t think they know I love them.”

“My mother always said there are only two things you have to tell your children. That you love them and you’re so glad you have them. But she also said, if you don’t make them do chores, you’ll ruin them. They won’t be able to live in the world. Her parenting philosophies are pretty simple, but she knows each one of her eight children down to the soles of our feet.”

“Let’s take the kids out to dinner tonight. Someplace they like.”

“Ted, I can’t do this for you. It has to be your family now.”

“I understand. You’re right. But before I have to go cold turkey, let’s go out to dinner. We’ll go early. Then if you want to drive down to the farm, you won’t get there too late.”

She thought about it for a moment. It was Thursday. Right now she was desperate for the farm, if only to recover a little and get her bearings. “I’ll hang around till Pam and Nicholas come home from school, until Krissy gets up from her nap. I want to tell the kids goodbye, but then I’m leaving. You take your kids out. Or even better, order something to be delivered. You guys have talking to do. I want to have a couple of days with my mom—she always sets me straight. And I want to get to Thunder Point by Sunday, so I’m ready to get back to work by Monday morning.”

“Is that all it is? Work?”

“It’s a good job, Ted. It’s very satisfying.”

“That doctor, is he a good doctor?”

She nodded. “He’s amazing. He has to take care of a whole town with a wide variety of problems, and they don’t have as many resources as a lot of people do. He can’t just refer them all the time. You have no idea how they’ve come to depend on him.” She smiled. “And he can’t identify rashes at all. He has an online program to help him.”

“Does he have children?”

She nodded. “Small children. They’re four and five, and their mother is deceased.”

Ted whistled. “Is he good at that, too?”

“Outstanding.”

“What does he do that’s so outstanding?”

“Well...he lets them make the dining-room table into a fort with lots of blankets, and he gets in it with them. Sometimes he falls asleep there. If he has a babysitting problem, they come to the clinic and watch their movies or read books while he sees patients. Most of all, he talks to them and keeps them very close.”

“And that’s good?”

“It’s the kind of stuff kids remember...sleeping in the fort, reading stories, digging holes on the beach, watching Dad at work....”

“I’m a fool. I blew it with you,” Ted said.

“I don’t know about that, Ted. I’m sorry about what Krissy’s going through, what you’re going through, but I think where you and I are concerned, we’re in better places. You have a second chance with your family that you wouldn’t have if someone was taking care of it for you. And I like the direction my life is going.”

Eighteen

“What do you hear from Peyton?” Devon asked Scott during a quiet moment in the clinic. The last scheduled patient of the day had left, and it was just the two of them. Scott would stay a little longer while Devon rounded up their kids. “I thought she’d be back by now.”

“She texted that she’s spending a couple of nights with her folks at the farm,” he said, not making eye contact.

“Texted?” Devon asked. “Have you talked to her?”

“We’ve talked a couple of times....”

“A couple of times?” Devon asked.

“She’s been very busy with whatever Ted has her doing.”

“Well, I don’t think it was Ted, exactly. I got a pretty long email from her while she was sitting in the reception area of a counselor’s office waiting for one of his screwed-up kids to finish a session. She said it was a messy and complicated situation, and she’d explain later. So, what was the situation?”

“I have no idea,” Scott said.

“How can you have no idea?”

He finally looked up. “I take it Ted’s daughter, a fifteen-year-old, is pregnant. I assume Ted couldn’t handle it. Beyond that, I didn’t ask.”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

He sighed. “There needs to be more? If she had wanted me to know, she would have told me.”

“Or maybe she wanted you to ask!”

“I’ll ask when I see her,” he said. “In fact, I’ll try to arrange it so I can ask her when you’re around, so you can get the answer, too.”