Patricia Kay - The Girl He Left Behind

“Sure they do.”

“No, he won’t call me. He won’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“Okay, have it your way. So he won’t call you. But what if you see him somewhere?”

“I don’t know.” Once all the food was on the table, Eve sat across from her cousin. “I just hope, if I do see him, I don’t make a fool of myself.”

Olivia reached for the spaghetti server. “I’m glad I’m not in your shoes, hon.”

Eve reached for her napkin. I wish I wasn’t in them. The only thing she did know right now was that she had a lot to think about, and that she probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.

Her sins had finally caught up with her.

Twelve years earlier...

Eve kept looking at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost five. Her dad would be home from work any second. The minutes seemed to be going by so fast. Eight o’clock would be here before she knew it. She looked at her closed closet door. Her duffel bag was inside, on the top shelf. If she did go, the only way she could get it outside without her parents seeing it and asking questions would be to throw it out the window.

I can’t go. He shouldn’t have asked me to. If he really loved me, he’d stay here. He can write his music here.

Eve had gotten home from school early because the graduation practice was over by two o’clock. When she’d left the auditorium, it was raining, and she was glad her dad had told her to drive today. He was so kind that way, always thinking of her well-being. That was the thing Adam didn’t understand, because he didn’t have that kind of love and concern in his family. Oh, his mother loved him, Eve was sure she did, but Lucy Crenshaw worked two jobs to support her three boys, because her husband had abandoned his family, then been killed a year later. She wasn’t home to take care of Adam or his younger brothers. They pretty much had to take care of themselves, and that meant they’d been running wild for years.

What should I do?

Would Adam go without her? Eve couldn’t bear to even think that way. He’d said he loved her. Surely he wouldn’t leave her. Not after... She abruptly broke off the thought. Her heartbeat quickened just thinking about what she’d let happen last week. Her parents would die if they knew. They would never, not in a million years, believe Eve could do the things she had. Especially not with a boy like Adam Crenshaw. They wouldn’t even be able to believe she’d been seeing him, lying to them. They thought she was perfect. But Eve hadn’t been able to help herself. She’d fallen hopelessly in love with Adam from the moment he first spoke to her.

He loves me, too. He won’t go without me.

But what if he does? No. That wouldn’t happen. Because she couldn’t bear it if he left her.

But he swore he was going. If she did go—just if—her parents would get over it, wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t hate her forever. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?

Just then, breaking into her tormented thoughts, Eve’s mother called, “Eve, honey, come help me set the table for supper.” Her parents always called their evening meal supper instead of dinner.

“Okay, Mom, coming,” Eve called back. I don’t have to decide now. I can wait till after supper when Dad falls asleep in the recliner and Mom is lost in her book. If she did decide to go, it would be easy to sneak her packed bag out then, to pop her head into the living room and say she was going to Walmart to look at some stuff for her college dorm room.

All through supper Eve was on pins and needles, as her mom always said. She could hardly eat because she was now thinking she was going to go. She just couldn’t take the chance that Adam would go without her. She couldn’t. She loved him too much. She’d given herself to him. How could she let him leave her?

On and on her thoughts went until she’d finally persuaded herself that her parents would get over her leaving, especially after Adam became successful, and he and Eve were married, and everything in their life was wonderful—just the way it was supposed to be. Even their names proved they were meant to be together. Adam and Eve. It was destiny.

Finally supper was almost over. Eve pushed her chair back. “I’ll wash the dishes tonight, Mom.”

“Wait, honey,” her mother said, looking at Eve’s dad.

Eve turned to her father, who was smiling at her.

“We have something for you, honey,” her mom said. “We wanted you to have it tonight so you could wear it tomorrow.” She got up and opened a cabinet drawer, the one she called her junk drawer because she tossed in everything that didn’t have its own place. Taking out a small box wrapped in gold paper with a gold ribbon, her mother sang softly, “Sunday’s child is bonny and blithe and good and gay,” as she handed the package to Eve. It was the verse she’d sung to Eve her entire life, because Eve was their miracle child, the child a forty-year-old Anna had despaired of ever having, the wondrous child born on the Sabbath day, a true gift from God.

“Happy graduation, sweetheart,” her dad said.

Eve’s heart constricted as she slowly removed the paper and opened the box. Inside, nestled in cotton, was a stunning gold heart pendant studded with rubies. “Oh,” she said, nearly speechless. “It—it’s so beautiful.”

“We’re so proud of you,” her mom said. “And I know it’s not your birthstone, but rubies represent love and mean good fortune for the person who wears them. You have an amazing future ahead of you.” Her mother’s smile said everything she was feeling as she gazed at Eve.

“You’ll be the first Cermak to go to college,” her dad said. His voice trembled with emotion.

“And to think you won such a wonderful scholarship,” her mother said. She reached over and squeezed Eve’s hand.

“You’re the best daughter anyone could ever have,” her dad said. “Never given us one moment’s worry.”

“And we know you’ll keep on making us proud,” her mother added tremulously.

Eve’s heart felt like a brick in her chest. How could she leave them without a word? How could she disappear on the eve of her high school graduation, abandon them and all they’d done for her and go off with a boy they knew absolutely nothing about, one they didn’t even know she was seeing? The shock, the scandal, the disappointment, the unbearable pain would kill them.

Later, in her room, when the clock read 8:00 p.m. and then eight ten and finally eight fifteen and Eve knew the bus was leaving Crandall Lake, she told herself Adam had changed his mind. That he would call her. That the phone would ring any second, and she would snatch it up and call out to her parents that it was for her, and he would say he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave without her.

Wouldn’t he?

* * *

Adam spent most of his time at the hospital for the remainder of the week. And late Saturday afternoon, eight days after his mother’s heart attack, when her doctor said she could probably move over to the rehab center on Monday, Adam took a relieved breath and grinned at her. “So, Ma, you’re going to live.”

“We Crenshaws are tough,” his mother said softly.

Adam nodded. They were tough. Well, hell, they’d had to be. His father, Frank, had been a gambler and a drunk, and he’d abandoned his family when Adam was six, then been killed in a freak amusement park accident a year later. The former Lucy Costa, his unlucky wife, had waited tables by day and cleaned an office building by night to support herself and her three boys. And even then, it was a struggle.

“Heart problems run in my family, though,” Lucy added.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So you’d better take care of yourself or you’ll find yourself in the same boat one of these days.”