The Chance: A Novel (66 page)

“I have to say something.” She gave his hand the gentlest squeeze. “I’m sorry about your dad. I didn’t know until a few years ago. I’m so sorry, Nolan.” She felt him take her other hand. The feeling was heaven.
Hurry, Ellie, get out of here. Don’t let your heart go.

“Thank you.” He ran his thumbs along hers. “I miss him still. Every day.” For a few seconds, it looked like he might add that he missed her, too. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re so . . . so completely beautiful, Ellie.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks felt hot, her heart basking beneath the attraction he still had for her. How was this happening? When she was sure he’d forgotten her?

“But,” his eyes still held hers, still searched deep inside her soul, “you’re not the same.”

She smiled, and she could feel how forced it must have looked. “No. I’m not.” This was her moment. If she didn’t say it now, she might never have the chance. He would understand better as soon as she got the words out.

“Why, Ellie? Talk to me.”

Somehow, the warmth of his hands made her hesitate. As if she could hold on to this feeling, memorize it, and pretend they were fifteen again. One last time.

“Is there . . . someone else?” He ran his thumb over her ring finger. “It’s the first thing I noticed. You’re not married.”

“I’m not.”
Say it, Ellie.
Her determination was fading. She had no choice.
Stay strong. Get it over with.
She wouldn’t deny Kinzie. Not even here, with Nolan Cook. “Things are different.” A strange mix of joy and sorrow colored her tone. “I’m a mom now. My little girl . . . she’s six.”

His expression softened the moment her words were out. “I’m . . . sorry. I didn’t know.”

Suddenly Ellie felt strange holding hands with him. What they’d had was over. It had been over for a long time. Ellie eased her fingers free and crossed her arms. His apology grated on her soul. Already he pitied her. “Don’t be sorry. She’s wonderful.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just . . . I didn’t realize.” His voice trailed off, but his eyes remained kind. Maybe more than before.

Ellie felt sick to her stomach. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“That look.” She took a step back. Her anger brought her back to reality in a hurry. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

“I’m not.” He was frustrated, no question. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’m sure she’s beautiful. How could she not be?” He looked across the court at John. “I was thinking about her dad. Whether maybe you were living with him. Or if you were divorced.”

“I never married.” Ellie thought about his words, and she took a step back. “You thought I’d just live with someone?”

“Ellie.” His stare cut through her. “That’s not fair.”

He was right. She had a child, after all. She hadn’t waited until she was married, like she had planned to do when she was fifteen. “Okay.” She found a hint of the polished smile once more, the one that wouldn’t let him get anywhere near her heart. “But you get it. See, Nolan? Our lives are different now.” She didn’t waver, didn’t look away. He needed to really hear her. “I’m happy for you. Your success. Your dreams.” She allowed her sincerity to show. “You did it all.”

“You make it sound like you’re done. Like we’re finished talking.” He looked baffled, as if she were speaking Russian. “Ellie, tell me about it. About your daughter and your life.”

“It’s not what I planned, but it’s good. Just different. That’s all.” She took another step away from him and looked over her shoulder at her brother. “John, we need to go.” Again she smiled at Nolan. “I can’t stay. I promised my daughter we’d make cookies tonight.”

“You can’t be serious.” His words were more shocked than angry. “I spend a decade looking for you, and this is all I get? A few quick lines? Like I’m some acquaintance you barely know?” He closed the distance between them. “Ellie, I haven’t changed. I want to know about your life, your past.”

She looked at him for a long time. “No, you don’t.” They were out of time.
Run, Ellie. Don’t let him close.
He wouldn’t
want her, not after he had time to comprehend how she’d changed. If she didn’t leave now, she might fall for him again. And when he knew her whole story, when he politely moved on, her heart would never heal. She couldn’t stand here waiting for that to happen.
Run now . . . go!
The rest of her answer came slowly. “Really, Nolan, just let it be.” She put her hand on his arm and hesitated. Everything in her wanted to hug him, feel his arms around her.

Especially standing this close.

“I have to go.” She held up her hand, waving to him as she walked away. “It was good seeing you, Nolan. Really.”

John was out of breath when he met her near the half-court line. He looked from Ellie to Nolan and back. “We have to go?”

“We do.” Ellie barely knew the child, but she felt a connection. It was another loss that she hadn’t calculated. The fact that she never knew her brother until now.

John looked at Nolan. “Wanna come? I mean . . . if you want a snack or something back at the house.”

Ellie could feel it again. Nolan’s eyes on hers. She couldn’t stop herself from looking at him one more time. “Nolan’s busy.”

“That’s true.” Nolan looked like he was fighting tears, and once more his eyes stayed locked on hers. “Maybe some other time.” He tore himself away from her long enough to smile at John. “Next time I’m in town, I’ll call, okay?”

“Okay.” John couldn’t have looked happier. “See you then.” He dribbled his ball toward the door.

“You can’t run, Ellie.” Nolan looked at her once more. His eyes could still find their way through her walls. “I’ll find you again.”

“It’s too late.” Her whisper proved she couldn’t last much longer. She could already feel her tears. “Good-bye, Nolan.”

She didn’t stay around to argue. There was no debating where the two of them went from here. They were two old friends who no longer stood on common ground.

Her tears came before she reached the door, so she didn’t look back. That was the thing about Nolan Cook. Now that she’d seen him, she couldn’t look back. Not ever. And as she walked alongside John to her car, as she listened to him chatter about the thrill of getting advice from Nolan, she assured herself she’d done the right thing.

Nolan might seem interested and not completely shocked by the fact that she had a child. But the truth came from what he
hadn’t
said. He hadn’t brought up the one thing that would prove he still cared, the one thing that would make her believe he still longed for yesterday.

The fact that tomorrow was June first.

N
olan wanted to run after her, but this wasn’t the time.

Ellie was crazy if she thought he was giving up this easily. Quitting wasn’t in him. Not on the basketball court, not in life. And not when it came to Ellie Tucker. He sat on the edge of the nearest bench and hung his head. Her daughter wasn’t the issue. Nolan could sense it. Something else was wrong, something she wasn’t saying. Maybe she was still involved with her daughter’s father. Still in love with him.

His heart hurt at the possibility. That had to be it.

Even so, he wasn’t moving on until he did the one thing he had come to do. If she didn’t show up, fine. But if she was remotely the same Ellie he had looked for and longed for and
loved all these years, then they had at least one more meeting. He looked for a long time across the court at the bleachers, at the place where a pixie-faced Ellie would cheer for him like her life depended on it. He had never felt so desperate in all his life.

Help me, God. . . . Seeing her again . . . it only confirmed how I feel. I need to talk to her. So what is it? What’s happened to her heart?

Be still, my son. Be still, and know that I am God. I will never leave you nor forsake you.

The answer came from his Bible reading that morning. But in that moment they didn’t seem like thoughts in his head. Alone in the gym where he’d grown up, where his father had taught him the game, God might as well have been standing across from him. The words were that powerful. Nolan checked the time on his phone—8:37. He had a little over three hours.

June 1st started at midnight, after all.

No matter what Ellie said or how strangely she was acting, when midnight hit, there was only one place he could be. He stood and dribbled the ball to the opposite basket, left-side three-point line.
Focus, Cook. You gotta focus.
He took aim and shot. The ball went through the net so cleanly it never even touched the rim.

For you, Dad.
He pointed up, jogged to the door, flipped off the lights, and locked up behind himself. He would head back to the hotel and order room service. Lots of it. Then he would head to the all-night Walmart and get a small shovel, a sweatshirt, bug spray, and a blanket. And a little before midnight, he would set up camp for the next twenty-four hours. As long as the calendar said June first there was only one place he would be.

Gordonston Park.

C
aroline had toyed with the idea ever since Ellie left. Kinzie had kept her busy while they made cookie dough, but the first batch was in the oven and Ellie and John still weren’t home. Now she was practically compelled to take action. Alan had written the letter from a full heart, a repentant heart.

His letter hadn’t brought about her forgiveness. She had forgiven the man she was still married to a long time ago. The week he moved away. It was either that or let the brokenness destroy her. Very simply, God had forgiven her, an unfaithful woman. Amazing grace was something Caroline knew personally. The only right response for the rest of her life was to extend that grace to others, to forgive the way she had been forgiven.

Kinzie was washing her hands, so Caroline opened the drawer next to the silverware in the kitchen and pulled out Alan’s letter. She had prayed about reconciliation for so long, but always the prayer was for her and Ellie. Not for her husband. The man she assumed hated her.

His letter cracked the door open to all sorts of possibilities. Or maybe that was only her optimism. Either way, Ellie belonged to both of them. Kinzie, too. The situation with Ellie and Nolan was serious enough that the call was warranted. Especially now. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the number Alan had provided in his letter.

Her husband—the man she hadn’t spoken with in over a decade—picked up just before the call went to voice mail. “Hello?”

“Hello?” Her voice trembled. “Alan?”

“Yes.” He hesitated. It was after six o’clock there, and he
sounded winded, like he might have just gotten home. Still, his tone told her he was listening. “Caroline?”

“It’s me.” She closed her eyes. Hearing his voice took her back to the beginning. Back when she was sure love would live forever. “I’m sorry for calling like this. I got your letter. We . . . can talk later.” She rested her head in her hands. “I’m calling about Ellie.”

“What about her?” The concern in his voice reminded her of the old Alan. “Is she okay?”

“Nolan found her. He still cares for her, it’s obvious.” She rushed ahead, not sure she was making sense. “But Ellie doesn’t want to see him.” Tears filled her eyes and the sadness spilled into her voice. “Our problems . . . they’ve cost her so much, and I just thought . . . I mean, you said you’d found a closer walk with God, so I figured . . . maybe if we both prayed for her.”

“Definitely.” Alan’s hesitation didn’t last long. “Go ahead, Caroline. I’ll finish.”

And with that, Caroline and Alan did something they hadn’t done together since Ellie was very young.

They prayed for her.

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