Not Quite Enough(25)

There were tears in Betty’s eyes when she said, “Thank you.”
“What are you going to do?” Alex sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee.
“I’m not entirely sure myself.”
“You have that beautiful house,” Betty reminded him.
“And like you, I feel guilty being the only one walking around in it.” For the first time since he’d had it built it felt too big and too empty. Trent pushed out of his chair. “You two talk it over and let me know what you decide. I’ll have Jason make a couple of calls about changing locations if you want. Just say the word.”
They said their good-byes and Trent made his way to his car. His stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since late morning. He had a few more reserves than most, but he too would run out of food eventually. The government had set up soup kitchens for the locals, but as much as Trent liked to call Jamaica home, he wasn’t a local, and he wasn’t without means.
He didn’t have to stay.
Ginger greeted him and followed him around the house.
He set out to make a sandwich for a simple dinner. One sniff of the bread had it in the trash. “Looks like a can of chili and crackers,” he told the dog.
Ginger ate her food with a wag of her tail.
He ate on the back patio and kept looking at the empty chair to his side.
He’d blown it. He could be easing at least one person’s suffering while they gave of themselves, but no, Trent let memories swallow him and shut him down.
Monica had made it clear that she didn’t want him to return.
What was she eating?
Was she eating?
He’d heard of at least one nurse returning to the States with a critical patient. Was it Monica?
The chili sat in Trent’s stomach like a stone.
“I don’t know her last name.” How would he know if she returned home safe?
His cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.
Caller ID told him Jason was on the line.
“Hey, Jason.” Trent tried to sound upbeat.
“I thought you were going to call, keep us up to date.”
“I’m fine,” Trent interrupted his oldest brother’s rant. “Thanks for asking.”
“Dammit, Trent. Mom and Dad aren’t around to worry about you, which leaves me to do the job.”
Trent shivered picturing his parents. “I’m good. Things are—” Things were completely FUBAR. “Messy. But I’m glad you called.”
Jason released a long breath. “Finally come to your senses and ready to come home?”
The words “I am home” sat at the top of his lips but didn’t slip out. “I needed to talk to you about Alex and Betty,” he said instead. He went on to ask Jason to look into options for his faithful employees.
“It sounds like you’ll be leaving soon after.”
“I haven’t packed my bags,” Trent told him. “The clinics are full and people need help.”
“And what? You’re playing nursemaid to them?”
Well actually…
He thought of the day before when he walked beside Monica as she called out orders as if he was her personal aide. He hadn’t minded. She knew what she was doing and couldn’t possibly do it all alone.
“It’s obvious you can’t stay there much longer,” Jason continued with a softer voice. “Living the hermit life isn’t going to bring them back, Trent.”
Trent’s skin heated, his gaze turned red. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing here?”
“What do you want me to think? Right after the crash you left. We barely said good-bye to our parents and you left, too. It’s like Glen and I lost our brother as well as our parents.”
Old hurt settled in his chest. He hadn’t thought about that. “They would never have been in the air if I didn’t push Dad to take her home.”
It was supposed to be the weekend when Connie could get to know his family. She was a flight attendant for a commercial airline. They’d met in an airport when bad weather had grounded air traffic and the two of them were waiting for a cab during a snowstorm in New York. They’d shared a cab, a late dinner, and a bed. She lived in Chicago and Trent lived in a Connecticut suburb.
When he thought of her now, years after her death, he saw who she really was as clear as the moon in the night sky. At the time he only saw her laughing smile and zest for life.
They met in exotic locations, or stopovers in nowhere places. They talked about their futures, and after a short time, Trent wanted to find a way to combine their lives.
He’d surprised her by flying his father’s midsize Lear 60 to pick her up for the weekend. When they landed in Connecticut, she thought it would be a cozy weekend with just the two of them. But his parents, Beverly and Marcus, wanted to meet the woman Trent wanted to make a permanent fixture in his life.
Connie didn’t hide her surprise or discontent when Trent took her to a restaurant and met his parents inside. Dinner had been strained. Halfway through Connie excused herself and Trent followed.
She turned so fast he hadn’t seen it coming.
What the hell was he doing?
They were just having a good time and why did he have to go and make it complicated?
She’d always left his side saying how much she’d miss him and how much she’d like their relationship to be different. But when pushed to the wall, she didn’t want a relationship at all. Then she broadsided him with another half truth.
There was someone else in Chicago.
Trent was numb.
They’d returned to the table and shortly after Trent asked his father to fly Connie home.