She smiled up at him, and he kissed her softly before pulling her into his arms. “You didn't lose me, Michael. You didn't lose me.”
M
ichael sat in his car outside his parents' home, feeling the weight of how his choices hadn't just affected himself. He turned to his father sitting in the passenger seat, thankful for his strength and presence. “How has she handled the news that I'm alive?”
“It's been a shock. I'm not sure she'll truly believe it until you've been home for a while. For months, she's believed her only son was dead. Someone once told me that you can lose a spouse or a parent and move on, but losing a child is different. It's something that isn't supposed to happen. And I saw on a day-to-day basis how that's affected your mother.”
Michael whispered, “Do you think she'll ever forgive me?”
“She already has.” His father laid his hand on Michael's shoulder. “But that doesn't take away the consequences of that decision. Your motherâboth of usâlove you. Losing you was like losing a part of ourselves. It doesn't matter if you're five or fifty-five, we still see the little boy and all the hopes and dreams we have for you.”
Michael pressed his fingers against the armrest, replaying in his mind what the outcome would have been if he'd done things differently. If he'd gone to his father from the beginning instead of trying to play the game on his own. He'd believed
he was protecting his family. In the end, it felt as if he'd hurt so many people.
“The bottom line, son, is that the choice has already been made. And while your decision brought about a lot of pain, it also brought about a lot of good. I can't say that your mother will ever agree 100 percent, but I'm proud of you for taking the difficult road. For standing up for justice and what you believed to be right, even knowing that the cost would be great.”
Michael shook his head. “I'm no hero. I feel as if I still need to apologize. To you and to Mom . . . to the whole family. What I did affected everyone, and while I don't regret what I did, part of meâa big partâwishes I'd never had to make that choice. Wish I'd walked away from it all before I ever got in as deep as I did.”
“You'd never have met Olivia. What happens now that all of this is over?”
It was the question Michael had asked himself over and over the past few hours. “Part of me feels as if I haven't known her long enough to make that decision, but another part of me knows I don't want to let her go.”
“I've seen the two of you together. She's good for you.”
“You sound like Avery and Emily. So you think it's time for me to settle down too?”
“I know your mother would appreciate another grandchild or two.”
“Whoa . . . let's not jump ahead there yet. I'm looking forward to spending some time getting to know Olivia outside a situation where we're constantly running for our lives. And then in time, who knows? You might get that extra grandchild.”
Michael couldn't help but smile at the thought. It had been a long time since a woman made him want to settle down and find a hint of normalcy in his life. They might still need time to explore their feelings together, but as far as he was concerned, she'd already stolen his heart.
He set his empty coffee mug down between them and cleared his throat. “There is one other thing I need to tell you before I go inside.”
“What's that?”
He hesitated, unsure what his father would think about his latest decision. “I've asked for a transfer out of undercover work.”
His father's brows rose. “Did Olivia have anything to do with this decision?”
“In part, though I haven't even told her yet. All I know is, if our relationship is to have any chance at all, I can't be spending my time living another life. She needs to get to know me.
I
need to get to know me.”
He'd almost lost himself the last few months. It was time to take a different road. Finding someone to take that journey with him had been unexpected. But his father was right. There was something about Olivia that was very, very good for him. “I think you're a wise man. When the right woman comes along, you have to hold on to her.”
“I believe she's worth it,” his father said.
He looked at the house where he'd grown up. He'd bring Olivia here sometime, but for now, there was another woman he needed to see.
“Go on in and see your mother. She knows you're coming, but it's still going to be a shock for her to see you. She struggled for eight months to resign herself to the fact that you weren't coming back. I'll wait out here a few minutes before coming inside.”
Michael walked slowly up the driveway toward the front door of his parents' house. Memories flooded through him. Water balloon fights in the summer, running through the sprinkler, camping in the backyard and roasting marshmallows. He'd grown up here in this house, listening to his father's wise advice, eating his mother's southern cooking.
Before he'd even reached for the handle of the front door, his mother was suddenly standing in front of him.
“Michael.”
“Mama . . . I'm sorry . . . so . . . so sorry for everything.”
She gathered him into her arms. It was the second chance none of them had expected. “Welcome home, son. Welcome home.”
O
livia sank into the comfy couch she'd picked up at an estate sale last year, grabbed the TV remote, then stopped, dropping it onto the seat beside her. She needed a distraction, but reruns or infomercials weren't what she was looking for. She'd spent the past hour praying, trying to settle her mind as it sorted through everything that had happened the past few days.
Ivan walked into the room with Gizmoâwho'd been found wandering the hotel parking lotâright behind him and flipped on the lamp on the end table. “Can't sleep?”
“No,” she signed, squinting against the light.
“Me either.” He motioned for the dog to lie down, then sat down beside her on the couch. “They told me it would be normal to have trouble eating and sleeping.”
“Nothing that happened this past week was normal.” Emotion teetering on the edge of her heart welled up. “I thought I lost you.”
“But you didn't.”
She nodded, realizing that the memories of the past few days would eventually fade, but for now, they were still all too present.
“There is one other thing we need to talk about.”
Olivia fought against the initial panic. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong. It's just something I've put off telling you, because . . . because I didn't know how to tell you.”
He pressed his palms together in front of him, his eyes bright.
“Ivan . . .”
“A few months ago”âhe began signing againâ“I applied to another school.”
“Why?” she clipped back.
“I want a change. More of a challenge.”
After high school Ivan had offers to universities in several other states, but had eventually decided to stick with their local community college for the first two years. She hadn't argued. She liked having him home.
“Two weeks ago, they sent me an acceptance letter.”
“Wow. That's fantastic. What school?”
Ivan's gaze shifted. “MIT in Cambridge.”
“Cambridge?” She hadn't expected this. “I thought you meant a school here in Atlanta.”
“It's only a day's driveâ”
“A very long day's drive.”
Options ran through her mind. She could always get another job with a newspaper in Boston. The only thing she wasn't sure about was leaving Michael.
She pushed aside the thought. “I've got a friend in Boston who could help us find a place to live andâ”
Ivan shook his head. “You don't understand. You're not coming with me. I need to do this by myself.”
Olivia let his words sink in.
“Please,” he continued. “Please don't think I'm not grateful for everything you've done for me. You gave up everything to take care of me, and I don't take any of that for granted.”
“Of course not.” She blinked back the tears. “We're family. Families stick together.”
“And just because I'm in Cambridge and you're still here doesn't mean any of that changes, but this is something I need to do. Last week proved to me that I want to focus on computer
forensics. Plus, Tory said she would try to fix me up with someone she knows for a possible internship.”
“That's wonderful, butâ”
“Please, let me finish. While I was in the hotel room with those men, and then in that storage room, I thought I was going to die. All I could do was pray that you or Michael or one of the officers would find me. But I also realized that I rely on you too much. I need to prove I can get out in this world and make it on my own.”
“You don't have to prove anything. Because you're right.”
“I'm right?”
She pulled the throw pillow to her chest and fiddled with one of the tassels. It was a conversation they should have had a long time ago. “I've spent my entire adult life trying to protect you, but what I didn't do was let you set off on your own. It's time I let you fly, because I have no doubt that you can.”
“So you're not mad?”
“Mad? Are you kidding me?” She pulled him into a hug, then drew back and caught his gaze. “My genius brother's going to MIT.”
“I think you gained something as well this past week. Or shall I say, someone.” Ivan's smile widened. “I like Michael, and his family. I think you need to hang on to him. He's good for you.”
She brushed back a tear and laughed. “Yeah, he is good for me.”
“Is he going to drive you to the prison this morning?”
She nodded, some of the anxiety returning. Her father had asked her to visit, and she'd agreed, despite strong feelings of uncertainty. “You still don't want to come?”
“Maybe one day, but not now.”
She gave his hand a squeeze. “That's completely up to you.”
Olivia stopped in front of the prison lobby, the nerves in her stomach feeling more like a host to a large flock of starlings than a few butterflies.
She looked up at Michael, thankful for the calming effect he had on her. “Do you think I made the right decision in seeing him?”
“I can't make that call for you, but I do think you need answers to your questions, and this isn't something I can do for you.” He ran his thumb down her cheek. “I just want you to be safe.”
The answers she had so far had left her more unsettled than at peace. Tomas had confessed to betraying her father and working for Salazar, the man he believed would soon rise to power. Kidnapping Ivan had been an attempt to draw out their father, but it hadn't been enough. Felipe had vanished from the hospital, presumed to have overpowered the guard whose only crime had been to protect him. Two nights later, Salazar and four of his men had been gunned down in a brutal attack outside of Atlanta, their bodies left on the side of the road, tortured and beheaded. No one knew for sure who'd ordered the attack, but rumors were running rampant that La Sombra killed them before fleeing the country.
Olivia grasped Michael's hand. He was right. This was something she had to do on her own. “I always believed that the truth would set me free. Maybe this is the final step in finding that freedom.”
Olivia showed the officer her driver's license, then signed the visitors' log. She walked past the security guard into the visitors' waiting room, mouth dry, palms sweaty.
Antonio Valez sat on the other side of the room, looking lost, no longer able to hide behind his expensive suits.
“I appreciate your coming to see me,” he said as she walked up to him.
Olivia nodded, then let her gaze sweep his orange jumpsuit,
wondering how to respond to the man who'd spent his life deceiving others. A man who more than likely would spend the rest of his life in prison. It had taken her a week to come to the point where she could walk into this room. Now she was wondering how much could be said in fifteen minutes.
She sat down across from him with the knowledge that nothing was ever going to be the same again. All the memories of the summers she'd spent visiting the island had now been shoved into the past where she wanted them to stay.
Her father broke the uneasy silence between them. “How's Ivan?”
“He's doing well. He's been accepted to MIT, and wants to work in computer forensics.”
“Wow. That's fantastic.”
“Yeah, it's going to be strange not having him around, but it's the perfect situation for him.”
“Sounds as if he's doing what he's always wanted to do.”
“He is.”
Olivia folded her hands together and rested them on the table between them. Part of her wanted to bolt. The other wanted to find a chance for their relationship to work. She'd never seen him so humble and unassuming. So engaged with what she had to say.
“And you? I'm assuming you're going to stay here?”
“Yes.” She leaned back and started to play with the zipper of her coat. “I did a story for the paper and ended up getting a promotion, actually.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
The decision to stay had come easier than she thought. Realizing that Ivan could take care of himself without her had stung at first, but then came with it the knowledge that the boy she'd raised really was grown up.
“Does your staying have anything to do with anyone in particular?”
She felt a blush cross her cheeks. “There is someone. He's . . . someone I met recently.”
How did she tell him she was in love with the cop who'd taken him down?
“It's Michael Hunt,” he said.
Olivia frowned. “How did you know?”
“I've gotten used to checking up on you over the years, to make sure you're okay.” He sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I still find it hard to believe that I spent a year and a half working with him, never knowing who he was. Never imagined he might betray me . . . or one day, perhaps, become my son-in-law.”
“Just like I never imagined my father was connected with the cartel.” She looked up at him, wondering what she was looking for. Proof that he had a conscience? That the men he'd ordered killed had somehow deserved it?
He leaned forward and caught her gaze. “We live in two different worlds, Olivia. We always have and we always will. But there are some things we have in common.”
“Like?” she asked.
“Michael completes the missing pieces in your life . . . just like your mother completed me. And you and Ivan . . . I meant what I said before. I'll never regret having you.”
She drew her finger slowly across the table, not ready to go there. “I read that they denied your bail.”
“I might not be the big fish they were after, but the list of crimes against meâeven with my cooperation with the stateâis enough to keep me here for a very long time.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Why wasn't a family and a growing business enough for you?”
“You mean why weren't you enough?”
His words punctured straight through her. Hadn't that always been the question?
He shook his head. “If you were hoping for a bunch of profound answers, I don't have them. I got involved with the cartel when I was twelve years old, because my father was involved with the cartel. Still, I thought I could play both sides of the fence, live life the way I wanted while helping Felipe launder money. In the end I couldn't get out.”
“What about my mother? Did she ever ask you to walk away?”
He chuckled. “She knew I never would. The world I was in was as seductive as your mother. I thought I could do anything, and there was power in being in control.”
“How did my mother fit into this?”
“Maybe she was the only thing real about my life. But she also believed what she wanted to believe about me. For some reason she loved me for who I could have been, not for who I really was.”
Olivia flinched at his words. “Did you love her?”
“From the first day we met.” There was no hesitation in his answer. “No matter what you think about me, that is the one thing I need you to believe. I really did love her. I loved all of you in my own way. I know none of this makes sense to you, but I guess I spent my life trying to live in two worlds. The world where I had a family, your mother, you, Ivan . . . and a life where I had power to control what was going on around me.”
Emotions tangled inside her, as she realized she'd never really known the complicated man sitting across from her.
“I don't know what else to say,” he continued. “But the truth
is that I can't pretend to be someone I'm not. I don't expect you to accept that, but this is who I am.”
The man who hired hitmen to kill his enemies.
The man who'd loved her mother.
The man who'd tried to save her brother's life.
She pressed her lips together as the guard walked toward them. “I need to go.”
“Maybe I'll see you again?”
She stood up, her heart still conflicted as she nodded. “Maybe.”
“Olivia?”