Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
As I turn into my parents’ driveway and the large house comes into view, I wonder what will happen to my childhood home if my parents divorce. Not that I have any fond memories attached to the residence I grew up that will make it difficult to let it go. But, still, it will be strange not to have both of them in one place.
After I park just around the bend in the circular driveway, I get out, walk to the front door, and don’t bother knocking. Instead, I use my key to let myself in. It’s quiet and dark inside, but I see light coming from the doorway of my dad’s office at the end of the long hall and hear what sounds like people talking. When I get to the room, I find one of Dad’s nurses sitting in a chair, and my dad in the hospital bed. They put it in the room after his stroke since it was too difficult for him to make it up the stairs. When his nurse’s eyes meet mine, I smile, and she returns it before getting up and telling him she will be back in a bit with his dinner.
“Hey, Dad.” I walk farther into the room, and he gives me a weary smile. One I’m sure is because my mother has probably been in a tizzy since he asked her for a divorce. I would not want to be a fly on the wall in this house any day of the week, but I definitely wouldn’t want it now.
“Hey, you.” He holds up one arm, and I walk to his bed, wrap my arms around him, and feel him embrace me. It makes my nose sting. For a while, I wasn’t sure he would ever be back to his old self, but he’s improved every week, and I have no doubt that he will be up and about doing all the things he did prior to his stroke before long. I just hope he doesn’t go back to his old self completely; it’s been nice actually being able to spend time with him.
He’s been a workaholic all my life, and even if I understand it’s necessary to work to earn a living, I also believe there should be a balance—especially when you have a family. With him working so much, we didn’t go on vacations or have dinners together unless there was an event we were all required to attend. I’m sure his loyalty to his job also caused his relationship with my mom to suffer. I know it made me resent him in some ways.
“You doing okay?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah.” I quickly dab my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater before straightening. “You look great. How are you feeling?”
“Better.” His hand wraps around mine as I sit on the bed’s edge. “I walked today.”
“You did?” I flip my hand over so I can squeeze his fingers. “That’s great news.”
“It’s progress.” His eyes scan my face. “Now, tell me the truth. How are you really doing?”
“I’m okay.” I shrug, not wanting him to worry about me. “I’m taking my realtor test the week after next.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“Good. Ready.” I rub my lips together. “If I pass, I plan on finding a realtor I can work with for a while until I feel comfortable enough to step out on my own.”
“You could work at one of the properties with lots opening up and sell houses there to start,” he offers, and my stomach churns. I would love to do that. I’d love to keep working for my dad and build a name for myself, but since I began working in his office, I’ve learned I’m not welcome. And right now, I don’t have it in me to constantly tuck my tail between my legs and pretend the snide comments don’t hurt.
“I think it might be better if I go somewhere else for a while. I don’t want anyone mad at me for taking a job I haven’t earned.”
“You’re my daughter. Bender and Sons is a family company. I’m not offering you a job as the CEO; I’m telling you that you can still work for the company. I want you to keep working for me.” He shakes his head, his gaze going over my shoulder to the door, and a faraway look fills his eyes. “I know you working for me was never a part of your plan, just like it wasn’t a part of Aiden’s.” His gaze comes back to me. “And I know it makes me a bastard for being happy that life has forced the two of you to come and work for me, but I am happy. So, if you came here today to tell me you’re planning on quitting, I’m telling you that I do not accept your resignation. You’ll get your license, work at one of the housing developments owned by Bender to learn the ropes, and then we’ll go from there.”