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Finally, I wrenched myself away.
It was an effort.
My body did not want to leave her any more than my heart did.
I did not know how I was going to move on, but it was clear that she already had.
“I need to stay busy.  I need to stay on point today,” I told my friends when I’d sat back down at the table.  I stared at Danika’s downcast face.  How had it come to this?  I had the clearest picture in my head, of the way she used to look at me, like I was her whole world.
I would have given anything to have that back.
To deserve it.
Though of course, I’d never deserved it.
“I am feeling a very strong desire to use.”  My voice was succinct.
“We’ll keep you busy,” Trinity said gently.
“We’ll go watch a movie, then hit up the gym,” Todd suggested.  “I know how you love your workouts.”
I nodded, then followed them out.  We passed Danika, who seemed in no hurry to go anywhere, still looking down at her drink, her face blank.
I paused as we passed her, but Trinity grabbed my arm, tugging me away.
“She hates me,” I finally said, as I put my car in gear.  “She said she forgives me, but she doesn’t want me in her life.  Not in any way.  She said we can’t even be friends.  She could barely even look at me.”
“Oh Tristan,” Trinity said gently, and I could tell by her tone that she, too, had been hoping that this meeting would turn out better for me.
“I’m so sorry, man,” Todd added.  “It’s a rough hand you’ve been dealt.  But some things are just out of our hands.”
That was a hard lesson for me to learn, but I tried my best to learn it well.
CHAPTER TWO
NEARLY TWO YEARS AFTER THE ACCIDENT
DANIKA
I’d often noted the fact that much of the humor in my life had left with Tristan.  The humor, the fun, and if I was brutally honest with myself, the joy.
Everything was serious these days.  Work, even my social life.  When I dated, it was very serious professionals, though nothing ever got far or lasted long.  My heart just wasn’t in it yet.
I told myself I only needed more time.
I finished college, and James immediately promoted me.  I moved to L.A. and managed the gallery there.  Career wise, all of my dreams were coming true.  James let me prove myself and gave me free reign over the gallery.
I missed Bev, Jerry, and the boys, but I had enough work to keep me busy literally every waking hour, and that’s how I liked it.
Bev and Jerry remarried in a very small ceremony in the Bahamas.  I attended, and the amount of relief I felt when I found out that Tristan, for whatever reason, hadn’t come, worried me.  He should not still affect me like this, I told myself, but there was no helping it.
It was a beautiful wedding.  They both wrote their own vows, and they were so sweet that I cried like a sap through the entire thing, hugging the boys, who flanked me on each side.
Later, I found out that Tristan hadn’t come because he hadn’t been invited.  Though he and Jerry were close, Bev hadn’t even considered it.
This was told to me by Bev.  When I looked baffled by her revelation, she laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
“Oh, my sweet girl.  If someone told you I don’t hold a grudge, they were lying.”
Her eyes and her smile were so unlike her, so bloodthirsty, that I just stared.
“You’re doing great now.  You look spectacular, and I have every confidence that you will get what you want out of your life.  I couldn’t be more proud of you, but there will always be a very clear picture in my head, my dear, and it is the stuff of my nightmares.  I can close my eyes and remember how you looked, bleeding and broken in that hospital bed.  Heartbroken and abused.  Or of you those first few months after the accident.  So sad and lost.  I’m a loving woman.  You know this.  I love with all my heart, but a heart like mine works both ways, and there is a wrath in me.  I will never forget the state that man put you in.  You think I could enjoy a celebration if he was there, making you uncomfortable the entire time?  That’s not how I operate.  It will take more than a few paltry years before I can be civil to that man.”
It was hard to know what to say to that, but strangely, her words warmed me a little.
It would always feel good to have Bev in my corner.
I finally met my biological father face to face.  It was one of the most awkward moments of my life, but I can’t say I didn’t feel a bit of satisfaction by the end of it.
Bronson Giles was attending a gallery showing in L.A. with his oldest son, Dermot.  I’d heard somewhere that he was following in his dad’s acting footsteps.  He looked like a perfect younger image of his father, big, blond, and very handsome.
With my same eyes.
I think I was too completely dead to the idea of feeling anything for my father to have a reaction to him.  To see him, well, it was only a sort of vague discomfort.
Dermot, on the other hand, I had not expected.
The idea of a deadbeat dad was one thing.  The concept of a half-sibling, one that had no inkling that I existed, was something else.  It was very strange, but I found myself staring at him whenever he wandered close as they perused the art, trying to catch some kindness in him, some redemption.  I didn’t want to hate him.
In fact, I quite wanted to like him.