I know my pros list is full of small things, especially compared to the large negatives, but the small things are the most important, right? I can’t decide if I’m completely insane for even thinking about forgiving him, or if I’m doing what love dictates. Which will guide me best in love—my feelings or my mind?
As much as I try to fight it, I can’t stay away from him. I never have been able to.
This would be a good time to have a friend to talk to, a friend that has been in this type of situation before. I wish I could call Steph, but she lied to me the whole time, too. I would call Landon, but he’s already told me his opinion, and sometimes a woman’s point of view is better, more relatable.
The snow is thick and the wind is strong, nudging at my car on the deserted roads. I should have just stayed in the hotel—I have no idea what possessed me to come here. Still, despite some scary moments, the drive goes much quicker than I thought it would, and before I know it, my mother’s house looms before me.
I pull into her neatly shoveled driveway, and after three knocks she finally opens the door, wearing a robe, her hair wet. I can count the times in my life that I’ve seen her without her hair and makeup done on one hand.
“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you call?” she fires off, as unfriendly as ever.
I step inside. “I don’t know; I was driving through the snow and didn’t want to be distracted.”
“You still should have called so I could have been ready.”
“You don’t need to be ready, it’s only me.”
She huffs. “There is never an excuse to look like a slob, Tessa,” she says with a tone as if she’s telling me about my current state. I almost laugh at her ridiculous comment, but I decide against it.
“Where are your bags?” she asks.
“In my car, I’ll get them later.”
“What is that . . . that dress you are wearing?” Her eyes scan my body and I smile.
“It’s for work. I really like it.”
“It’s way too revealing . . . but the color is nice, I suppose.”
“Thanks. So how are the Porters?” I ask. I know bringing up Noah’s family will distract her.
“They’re great. They miss seeing you.” As she goes into the kitchen she says casually over her shoulder, “Maybe we should invite them over for dinner tonight.”
I cringe and scurry after her. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She looks at me, then pours herself cup of coffee. “Why not?”
“I don’t know . . . it would be awkward for me.”
“Theresa, you have known the Porters for years. I would love for them to see you now that you have an internship as well as going to college.”
“So you basically want me to show off?” The thought annoys me. She only wants to have them over so she can have another thing to brag about.
“No, I want to show them the things that you’ve accomplished. It’s not showing off,” she snaps.
“I really would rather not.”
“Well, Theresa, this is my house, and if I want to invite them, I will. I’m going to finish getting myself presentable, and then I’ll be back.” And with a dramatic turn, she leaves me in the kitchen alone.
I roll my eyes and walk back to my old bedroom. Tired, I lie down on the bed and wait for my mother to finish her extensive beautification rituals.
“THERESA?” MY MOTHER’S VOICE wakes me up. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
I lift my face up from where it was resting on Buddha, my ancient stuffed elephant, and say a disoriented “Coming!”
I drowsily get to my feet and wobble down the hall. When I reach the living room, Noah is sitting on the couch. Not the entire Porter clan, as my mother had threatened, but this does wake me up.
“Look who stopped by while you were napping!” my mother says, smiling her fakest smile.
“Hey,” I reply, but am really thinking, I knew I shouldn’t have come here.
Noah waves a slight hand at me. “Hey, Tessa, you look great.”
Of course, I have no problem with Noah at all—I care for him deeply, like a family member. But I need a break from everything going on in my life, and him being here only adds to my guilt and pain. I know it isn’t his fault and it’s not fair for me to be short with him, especially when he’s been so kind throughout our whole breakup.
My mother leaves the room, and I pull my shoes off and sit down on the couch, opposite Noah. “How’s your break going?” he asks.
“Good, yours?”
“Same. Your mom said you went to Seattle?”
“Yeah, it was great. I went with my boss and some coworkers.”
He nods excitedly. “That’s awesome, Tessa. I’m happy for you—you’re really doing the publishing thing!”
“Thank you.” I smile. This isn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.
After a moment, he looks down the hall where my mother disappeared, then leans in close. “Hey, so, your mom has been so tense since Saturday. I mean more than usual. How are you doing with all of this?”
I scrunch up my brows. “What do you mean?”
“The whole thing with your dad?” he says slowly like I know what he’s talking about.
What? “My dad?”
“She didn’t tell you?” He looks down the empty hall. “Oh . . . Don’t tell her I told—”
Before he can finish, I’m on my feet and storming down the hallway to her room. “Mother!”