Torn (Connections #2)(75)

"Okay, Ben." He's right, Trent looks terrible and I'd hate for Serena to see him like that. Knowing there's nothing else I can do, I reach for my keys and head out the doorway. "Alright, I'll check in with you later."

"See ya, Dahl, and thanks," he calls after me.

I turn to face him before I say, "Ben, I am really glad you're alive."

"Thanks, Dahl. That means a lot. And I really am glad you're happy," he calls.

I smile at him and our eyes meet, but he quickly averts his gaze. Then I leave the house, probably for the last time.

As I pull out of the driveway, I can't help but be sad for Trent, but for some reason I'm sad for Ben, too. There's so much sadness surrounding me right now; focusing on any one facet of it is difficult. Something Grace told me comes to mind as I drive down the street. "There is something beautiful about each and every scar we bear no matter where it comes from . . . I will always be here for you," and it hits me she has been there for me, and I should be there for her. I've never stopped to think about how Ben actually being alive has impacted her-she had scars, too. 


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Regardless of the reasons why I acted the way I did; I should never have walked away from her. I realize this as I drive by the beach and look at the families so effortlessly playing, swimming, and smiling, happy to be together. I have to talk to her and apologize for my behavior.

When I reach her house, I open the front door and call out her name.

She's sitting at a small desk in the corner of the living room, going through some papers with only the desk reading light on.

She looks up from under her reading glasses. "Dahlia, honey, is everything okay?"

In a haze of emotion, I run to her and hug her as tight as I can, blurting out, "I'm so sorry."

Glancing down, I notice documents with Ben's name on them-his death certificate, a life insurance policy, and the coroner's report.

Breaking our embrace, she clears her throat and in a small, almost raspy voice says, "Dahlia, you're not the one who needs to apologize, I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry." She sets her glasses on the desk. "Come on, let's sit down over here and talk."

Walking over to the couch I can't help but think how much this room feels like home to me. How all I want to do is sit here and just be near this woman who has been like a mother to me for my whole adult life. My intention was to come here and apologize to her, but now all I want is the comfort she has always brought me.

I try to disagree, but as she tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, she keeps talking. "Sweetheart, listen to me. All I wanted was for you to try to understand why he did what he did, see if you could forgive him."

I take a deep breath and start from the beginning. "Grace, I understand that now. And I have talked to him . . ."

I tell her everything that happened since his return-how I feel like walls keep going up between all of us and we are all being torn apart. We talk for over an hour. She interjects and gives me advice every now and then, but she mostly listens. She tells me that when people love each other, telling them things they know will hurt them isn't always easy. I can tell she's also talking about herself.

When I'm all talked out, she explains her feelings to me. "All I want is for Ben and you to be happy, but I know that doesn't mean together. I know you're happy with River. It's just that I'm concerned for Ben. He's lost and the life he knew is gone. I just thought the reason he hasn't made any decisions on what to do with his life is because he still thinks you may go back to him. That's the only reason I wanted you to forgive him. So he could see there was only friendship left." She pauses to catch my eye. "And Dahlia, he called me a bit ago and he now understands."

She doesn't elaborate, but I know what she means. She smiles a small smile and releases my hand. My heart breaks a little for the love Ben and I once shared, but that love is gone. I can't bring it back, nor do I want to. I can only hope that someday Ben will find what I have found with River.

Standing up, Grace says, "You need to go home and talk to River now." As she ushers me toward the door she opens it and clutches my hand. "Be honest with him about everything-your feelings, how you feel toward him, your wariness concerning his behavior, all of it. Don't hold back. If you can open up to him, you will work it out because the love River and you share isn't a love that happens for everyone. I know this, Dahlia, because every time I see the way the two of you look at each other, I'm reminded of the way my husband and I used to look at each other. That's how I know what you two have is unbreakable. What I had with my husband was so strong that I will never forget it, even after all these years."