Deep Surrendering: Episode Ten by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online

in the way you are when you’re seventeen. To make a long story short, my parents caught us together and it didn’t end well. She was gone from school the next week and I never heard from her again. Of course, we didn’t have your social media back then, so it wasn’t like I could look her up. I asked my parents what had happened, but of course they pretended they didn’t know anything. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we’d had more time together. But then I married your mother and we’re very happy. So it’s foolish to wonder now. Because it isn’t happening. If it were going to, it would have.” Okay that last part was confusing, but I did know where he was going. Basically, I shouldn’t let the Fin thing hold me back from being with someone else, because if I was meant to be with Fin, I’d be with him. Ugh. I didn’t want to hear that.
    “That’s a good point, Dad,” I said. There was no use arguing, or telling him his advice wasn’t helpful. It was so much easier to let him think that he’d helped me in some way. For both of us.
    “Just don’t write yourself off yet. You’re still very young.” It didn’t exactly feel that way. I remembered something Sapphire had said about being ancient. I didn’t want to think about her right now, but that moment had popped into my head.
    “Well, I’m really tired so I think I’m going to bed,” I said even though I wasn’t tired at all. Once again, I’d had coffee and was a little keyed up.
    “Goodnight, Marisol,” he said and I got up to give him a kiss on the cheek. As I was going upstairs, I ran into Glenna on her way down.
    “You look like you could use a sympathetic ear, my girl,” she said. Glenna missed nothing, which was what made her so good at her job.
    I knew she was going to come into my room anyway, so I just nodded.
    “Just let me grab my knitting,” she said, skipping down the stairs with the energy of a much-younger woman.
    I went into my room, which was pretty much the same as when my mother had decorated it, shortly before my junior year of high school. None of it was done to my taste, but I didn’t expect it to be. This was my parents’ house and the entire thing was Mom’s domain.
    Turning the lights on, I cringed before getting the overnight bag I’d brought with me. I didn’t fancy trying to fit myself into some of the clothes that were still carefully folded in the drawers. I wasn’t sure why Mom kept so many of my clothes here. It couldn’t be nostalgia, because she’d gotten rid of most everything else.
    I changed into my pajamas and got into bed. I kept having flashbacks of being young. Maybe it was a bad idea to stay the night. Glenna came in a few minutes later and in addition to her knitting bundled up in a bag she had two cups of steaming cocoa.
    “I thought you could use a little nightcap,” she said, handing me a cup.
    “There’s no booze in this, is there?” She laughed and shook her head as she settled into the totally uncomfortable chair near my bed.
    “I looked for a little nip of something, but couldn’t find anything. Your parents don’t have a very well-stocked liquor cabinet.” No, they didn’t. Mom was strictly a wine woman and Dad loved scotch. Other than that, they didn’t keep anything in the house. If they had a party, they’d just hire a bartender who would bring stuff in.
    I sipped the cocoa, which was just made from a powdered mix, but it was still good.
    “So, you want to talk about your breakup? Or we could talk about that new fellow you’ve started seeing.” What the what?
    “Are you psychic?” I asked and she laughed again as she set her cup on a small side table before she took out her needles and ball of yarn.
    “No. I’m just very good at reading people and situations. So, which would you like to talk about? Or maybe neither?” I sipped my cocoa and thought about it.
    “I’d rather not discuss either, but since you asked, Fin and I broke up. Things just