“Can you come to the house?” I asked.
Something in my voice must’ve alarmed him immediately.
“What happened?”
“Just come over.”
“What’s in that box?”
***
By the time I got home, Ryan was already waiting in the driveway beside his car.
The second we walked inside, I held up Ava’s old phone.
“Why did you delete the garage footage?”
My boyfriend froze. Then he sat down heavily and rubbed his forehead.
“I was hoping she wouldn’t do this.”
I frowned.
Ryan suddenly looked exhausted.
Not nervous or angry, just tired.
My boyfriend froze.
“Before you decide what kind of man I am,” Ryan said quietly, “you need the full story.”
I crossed my arms.
He took a deep breath.
“A few months before I met you, I found out I had a daughter.”
The words stunned me enough that I forgot to speak.
He explained that years ago, he’d briefly dated a woman who moved away after they split up. He never knew she was pregnant. Then, last year, the woman’s mother contacted him online.
That’s how he learned he had a teenage daughter.
And that she’d already passed away after a long illness.
“You need the full story.”
“Her grandmother mailed me a box of her things,” Ryan said quietly. “Photos. Birthday cards. Drawings. A scarf she made. Ava must’ve been snooping through my things when she found the box in my car. She thought I was hiding another family from you.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
Of course she did.
“That night in the garage, she confronted me while you slept. I tried explaining everything, but once she saw the pictures…” He shook his head. “She thought I wanted to replace her with my daughter.”
Pain twisted in my chest.
“I was hiding another family from you.”
“Ava begged me not to move in with you,” my boyfriend admitted softly. “Not because she thought I was dangerous, but because of her fears.”
The realization finally dawned on me. My daughter also had trust issues from years of disappointment with her father.
“But why delete the footage?” I asked suspiciously.
Ryan looked embarrassed.
“Because I realized how awful it looked. Me standing alone in a garage with your upset teenage daughter at midnight?” He sighed. “I panicked.”
Then his expression shifted.
“Why delete the footage?”
“Ava also mentioned in passing that she was thinking about going to her dad’s.”
That got my attention.
Donald lived three states away.
Somehow, through all my panic, I’d never considered Ava might actually go there.
“We’re leaving now,” I said, grabbing my keys.
***
We drove through the night, mostly in silence.
Around 4 a.m., Ryan finally spoke.
“You still don’t fully trust me.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I’m trying to.”
He nodded.
That got my attention.
***
When Donald opened the door and saw me, his face dropped instantly.
His apartment looked exactly the way I remembered.
Messy. Loud television. Empty beer bottles near the sink.
Then I saw Ava sitting on the couch behind him.
The second she saw me, she burst into tears.
I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her; she could barely breathe.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “Ava…”
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”
She burst into tears.
For a few seconds, nothing else mattered except the fact that she was alive.
Then I pulled back enough to look at her.
