“Only forced observation.”
I run my finger along a vein in his forearm. “And no for the music producing? Henry would love you forever.”
He smiles. “It would be fun, but it takes money to produce music. For what my completely amateur opinion on music is worth, I think Crusty Toads are really good. They’ll do fine. . . . Can we talk to them about the logo, though? Who designed that thing?”
“Seriously. It’s bad. But maybe so bad that it’s good?”
He scrunches his lips together. “I don’t know.”
“Okay, so no music producing. That leads us back to this food thing. You love it.”
“I do.”
“Will you be mad if I say something?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because you might not want to hear it.”
He sighs. “Okay. Tell me.”
“I think your dad might be right about you. I think you are a multitalented person. And someone who can deal with many problems at once. Plus you have this quiet charm. Maybe the hotel is your future. It fits you well.” I hold my breath, waiting for him to get defensive, to tell me I don’t know him as well as he knows me.
His shoulders rise then fall. “You’re right, I didn’t want to hear that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“But you may be right. I think more about the hotel than a person who doesn’t care about it should.”
“Caymen.”
My head whips toward the new voice in the room, and I’m immediately on my feet when I see it’s the doctor. “Yes? How is she?”
“Things went well. The problem is what I thought it might be. She has bleeding ulcers in her stomach.”
“What does that mean? That sounds serious.”
“It is. And it’s a good thing we caught it. It’s a treatable condition but one that is going to take time to recover from. Time in a stress-free environment.”
“Definitely.” Maybe time away from the doll store. I take a breath. “Can I see her?”
“Yes. She was asking for you when she came to.”
The doctor turns and I start to follow. When Xander doesn’t follow I look back.
“I’ll wait here,” he says. “I’ll fill in your grandparents when they come back.”
“No. Please come with me. My mom will want to see you.” I had told her what had happened between Xander and me at the benefit, and my mom seemed sadder than a person who didn’t like Xander should’ve. At the time there was nothing I could say to comfort her, but now that we’re together, hopefully that will make her happy.
“Caymen, I’ll be fine.”
I walk back, grab his hand, and drag him with me. “This isn’t about you.”
He laughs.
I step into the room alone, leaving Xander to wait in the hall. My mom reaches her hand out to me and I sit by her bedside.
“So I guess I’m a ball of stress.”
“Not you, just your stomach.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I wish you would’ve confided in me more. Let me help out more.”
She gives a halfhearted laugh. “More? Caymen, you did more than I had the right to ask for.”
I stare at the IV needle in her arm. It’s surrounded by purple bruising.
“The store is . . .”
“In big trouble? Yeah, I know.”
“I’m working on alternative options. Maybe an online store is the way to go. But, Caymen, this is my responsibility. Not yours. I thought I’d leave it to you at one point, but it’s not your passion, is it?”
I laugh then put my forehead on the bed beside her. “I only tried so hard because I knew how important it was to you.”
She pats my head. “You are an amazing daughter. You do a lot of things just for me, don’t you?”
“That’s what family does.”
“Caymen, if you want to meet him you have every right to.”
My eyes snap to hers. “What? Who?”
“Your father. It’s up to you. You won’t hurt me.”
I nod. I’m still not sure what I want with my dad, but it feels good to have the choice.
“So if the doll store isn’t your dream, what is?”
“College. Science major.”
“Perfect.”
“Xander’s here. In the hall.”
“I knew he’d be back. How could someone stay away from you for long? Bring him in. I have an apology to make.”
I smile. The firm grip my mother has on my hand helps me remember how strong she is. I squeeze back then step out into the hall.
“Is she okay?”
I hug Xander, nuzzling my face into his neck. “How can I feel so perfectly happy when my mom is in the hospital and the doll store is in trouble?”
“Because you know everything is going to be okay. This is like the calm after the storm. Everything has settled, and even though it left destruction in its wake, you know the worst is over.”
“Nice analogy.”
“Thanks.”
“You ready for your after-the-storm talk with my mom?”
“For some reason I’m not as confident as I was the first time I met her.”
“You’ll do fine. All moms like you, remember?”
He bends his knees, wraps his arms around my waist, and stands up, lifting me off the floor, my toes brushing the tile. “As long as her daughter loves me I can face anything.”
“Even redrum? Because after this we’re going to your house to watch The Shining.”
“Now that my future is hotels, is that really a good idea?” I can feel his smile against my cheek.
“Don’t worry, you can cover your eyes. I won’t make fun of you . . . too much.”