Need You Now (30 page)

Darlene wished Brad would just shut up, even though she was having some of the same thoughts.

Dr. Brooks stood up and walked to her desk. She put on a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses, then flipped through a calendar book on her desk. “I can see Grace at this same time next week?”

Darlene nodded, and Dr. Brooks leaned down to write in her book. She pulled the glasses off and looked back and forth between Darlene and Brad. “This can be difficult for parents to understand.” She paused. “And sometimes blaming each other can cause problems within the marriage. Are the two of you available to visit with me next week as well?”

“No.” Brad stood up, smoothing the wrinkles from his slacks. “Really. Our marriage is fine. We're just a bit freaked out by all of this.”

“I understand.” Dr. Brooks walked around her desk. “If you change your mind, I'm available. The most important thing right now is to encourage Grace to talk about her feelings. It won't be easy at first because she is so used to hiding them from everyone. But she seems to have a wonderful support system.” Dr. Brooks paused. “And her friend Skylar has certainly helped to set her on the right path.”

Darlene stood up and edged closer to Dr. Brooks. “Skylar?”

Dr. Brooks folded her hands in front of her. “Yes. She's a former cutter, and she recognized the signs with Grace. She's been encouraging her to stop and to seek counseling. She sounds like a special young woman, and Grace is lucky to have her as a friend.”

Darlene wanted to run out the door and hug Skylar's neck, then apologize profusely for all the times she'd tried to blame Skylar for Grace's behavior. She turned to Brad.

“Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for us—”

“No. We don't need counseling.” He turned to Dr. Brooks. “Thank you for working with Grace. We'll do what we can on our end.”

“What if she does it again? Cuts?” Darlene asked. “Do we call you? Try to talk to her? Are there signs we can watch for?”

Dr. Brooks touched Darlene on the arm. “You can call me anytime, day or night.” She turned and pulled a business card from a holder on her desk. “My cell phone is on this card. And in the meantime, allow Grace to express her feelings, and don't be surprised if she begins expressing them in ways that you aren't used to, possibly yelling or acting out in other ways.” She paused, touched Darlene on the arm again. “The cutting won't stop overnight. I'd love to be able to tell you that it won't ever happen again, but it might. Just stay close to her, talk to her.”

Darlene nodded. “Thank you.”

As they left Dr. Brooks's office, Darlene had two things on her mind. Her daughter and the distance she felt from Brad.

Three days later, Darlene tried to coax Grace into going grocery shopping with her, knowing that she wouldn't succeed.

“Mom, I hate grocery shopping.”

Darlene opened the refrigerator and took inventory of what she needed. She counted seven dozen eggs and shook her head. “Remind Ansley that eggs do eventually go bad if we don't eat them.”

Grace giggled. “I will.” Her laughter was music to Darlene's ears.

“Sure you don't want to come shopping with me?”

“Mom.” Grace threw her hands in the air, then quickly dropped them to her sides. “You have to quit hovering over me. It's bugging me. Just go to the grocery store. Skylar is coming over later, and we're gonna just hang out and watch movies.”

Darlene was happy to hear that. “Okay, when Chad gets up, tell him to take out the garbage before he leaves for work, and Dad wants him to mow the grass when he gets home.” She grabbed her purse and turned to Grace. “Why hasn't Cindy been around?”

“Chad said it didn't work out between them.”

Darlene sighed, feeling a bit guilty that she thought her own son had chosen above him. “I hope Chad isn't too upset that Cindy broke up with him.”

Grace sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “She didn't break up with him. Chad told her he didn't want to see her anymore.”

Darlene raised an eyebrow. “Really?” She hoped Chad hadn't fallen into the wrong crowd again. Cindy had seemed like such a nice girl. “Okay, well, I'm off. I have to go to Walmart in La Grange, then to the grocery store, so I'll be awhile. Are you sure—”

“No, Mom. I don't want to go. Everything will be fine.”

Darlene forced a smile, feeling somewhat better that Skylar was coming over.

Thirty minutes later, she was at Walmart comparing prices on toilet paper when Dave rounded the corner, pushing a basket, alone. She hadn't seen him since her last day at work.

“Hi, Dave. How are you?” She smiled. “How's Cara?”

She tossed a twelve-pack of toilet tissue into her cart and waited. A muscle flicked in Dave's jaw—a withdrawn, congested expression settling on his face. Darlene swallowed hard and braced herself.

“I knew I would eventually run into you somewhere.” Dave folded one arm across his chest and stroked his chin with his other hand, a bitter edge to his voice. “How are you?”

Darlene was pretty sure he didn't care one bit how she was. “I'm okay. I'm sorry about having to leave The Evans School. I miss Cara.”

“She cried every day for a week. It was confusing for her. She didn't understand why Ms. Darlene just vanished, abandoned her.”

It stung, and Darlene knew she deserved it. “I wanted to tell her good-bye, but Myrna thought it might make matters worse.”

“Maybe you could have warned
me
, though. Would that have been so hard?” He shook his head. “Why did you even take that job if you were only planning to stay for a couple of months? These kids get attached to their teachers. I know I was hard on Mae, but I thought I'd let you have the reins with Cara, and Cara had been doing well. They still haven't replaced you. Myrna is teaching her granddaughter and Cara. But I guess you did what you had to do.” He paused. “Anyway, take care.” He edged his basket past her.

Darlene swallowed back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him, but she wanted him to know that Cara and her schooling had been important to her. “Dave?”

He turned around but didn't say anything.

“I'm sure Myrna will find a suitable replacement. And I hope you and Cara are doing well.” Despite her best efforts, she blinked back tears and turned away from him.

He walked a couple of steps until he was at her side again. “Why are you crying?” His voice sounded tight, like he was holding his breath and the words were strangling him.

“I just feel bad about the way I left. I didn't know what else to do. And . . .” She put her hands up to her face, and it was as if all the tears she'd been holding back wanted to escape at one time. She swiped frantically at her eyes, then raised her chin. “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. Please give Cara my love, unless you think it will upset her. But I really do miss her.” Another tear scrolled down her cheek, and she hurried to push her basket forward. A firm hand caught her by the arm.

“Hold up.”

She kept her head down since she couldn't seem to control her emotions.

“What's going on with you?” Dave's voice was softer. She looked up at him.

“It's—it's my daughter Grace.” She paused and took another breath. “She's . . . well, we've . . .” She dabbed at her eyes and waited for a woman and her young son to pass by them and move out of earshot. “Grace has had some problems.”

Dave let go of her arm and was quiet for a few moments. “What kind of problems?”

It wasn't his business, nor his concern, but she owed him some kind of explanation. “She's—she's been . . .” Darlene took a deep breath, blinked her eyes several times. “She's been hurting herself. Cutting herself.” She locked eyes with him. “Please forgive me for abandoning Cara like that, but my daughter is in trouble, and I have to stay close to her.”

He didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at her. Then he hung his head for a few moments. When he looked back up at her, he said, “We make all kinds of sacrifices for our children. I knew you loved that job.” He took a deep breath. “I just couldn't understand why you left. I'm so sorry to hear about Grace.”

She lowered her head again. “Thank you.”

He gently put his hand on her arm as he stepped closer to her. His touch was so tender, she wanted to fall into his arms. Into anyone's arms. Brad had been so distant, and she needed to be held. She'd thought about going to see Layla, but it had been awhile since she'd seen her. And Layla didn't seem to be the nurturing type anyway. Darlene wished her parents were still alive. She needed some mothering. When Dave pulled her into his arms, she cried on his shoulder for a few moments, long enough to get his blue shirt damp and feel ridiculous about her behavior in the middle of Walmart. She eased out of his comforting arms, took a deep breath, and quickly glanced around to see if anyone had seen her display. “I better finish my shopping,” she said as she fished around in her purse for a tissue. “Wow. Dave, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“Let's get out of here,” he said softly. “I think you need to talk, maybe someone to listen, or . . .” He gazed into her eyes, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “Or just a shoulder to cry on for a while.”

Darlene looked past him at a woman turning the corner and heading toward them. “I don't know.” She lowered her head, swiped the tissue over her eyes.

“Nothing like a good cup of coffee and having someone to listen when we feel down. How 'bout it?”

She glanced at her cart, and the last thing she felt like doing was finishing her shopping. “Okay.”

He picked up her purse, handed it to her, then guided her by the elbow down the aisle. Then they were out of the store and in his car.

Dave pulled into the parking lot of Latte on the Square in La Grange. At ten in the morning, they'd missed the coffee crowd, and it was still too early for lunch. There was only one woman in the corner of the small restaurant when they walked in. Dave escorted Darlene to a table in the opposite corner, farthest from the door, as his mind spun with conflicting thoughts.

Before she'd left her job at the school, he'd avoided anything more than report-like conversations about Cara. Ever since the gala, he'd known he was in dangerous territory. He was attracted to everything about the woman. Maybe he should have been relieved when she'd quit her job, but it had been hard on Cara. And he'd resented her—not just for hurting his daughter, but because he'd started to fall for her in such a short period of time. But now she needed a friend. Dave knew he could be that for her. He understood the instinct of keeping your child safe, and having to do whatever it took to ensure it.

He spent the next hour listening to Darlene talk, the most harrowing part being when she and her husband found their daughter covered in blood in her room. Then she told him about the counseling session. And about her husband's reactions.

“I think, as men, we feel out of control when something is wrong with a loved one, like we should have been a better father, husband . . . or man.” He watched her take a sip of her coffee, glad she wasn't crying. She'd cried through most of her story, and it was breaking Dave's heart to see her like this. But she seemed better now, and he wished he had advice that would help her.