She turns around and hugs me back while she cries and I am so thankful that I get to be the one to comfort her, to help her through this.
Together we sort through Grace's dresses which are all spread out on the bed and when I see it, I know it's the one-the navy sheath dress with a matching belt, the one that always made her eyes light up. Serena agrees and then frantically turns to what's left of the rack filled with shoes. She finds a match immediately. Lifting up a pair of blue pumps she says, "I remember buying these with her at Avery's. We were in LA for the day at a luncheon. She had worn some strappy sandals that were killing her feet, so after the event was over we decided to hit up Beverly Hills." She smiles at the memory and then abruptly says, "We need some underwear."
"Right," I say, trying to keep up.
"And what earrings should she wear? Her gold or silver ones?"
I grab her arm. "Hey, Serena. Slow down, it's okay. Let me get the jewelry."
Inside her large wooden jewelry box I see my engagement ring from Ben. It's still on the chain sitting in a velvet square all by itself. I pick it up for just a moment and as if it scorches me, I immediately put it back down.
"He told me, Dahlia, and I'm so sorry," I hear Serena whisper as I pull a pair of small silver hoops from the jewelry box.
I take a deep breath but say nothing because neither she nor Ben really knows the whole truth. I turn to face her and hold my hand out with the pair of earrings in it. "Here, I think that should do it."
"Will you come with me to the funeral home? Ben seems to be a no-show. He was supposed to be here by noon. I've called him and left messages, but he hasn't returned any of my calls."
I take another deep breath. "Of course, Serena."
We head downstairs and as I open the door to leave, Caleb pulls in the driveway. Serena yells she'll be out in a minute and I stand on the porch as Caleb rolls down his window. "Dahlia, is Ben here?"
I shake my head. "I haven't seen him. Serena and I are just headed to the funeral home to drop some things off. Serena said Ben was supposed to be here but she hasn't heard from him."
He frowns. "Thanks." Then he adds, "Dahlia, I am so sorry about everything. I never meant for any of this to impact you."
"Caleb, it's not your fault, really it isn't."
He sighs. "I'm leaving town for a new job. I called River and told him who his new security contact is earlier today."
I nod. "Caleb, good luck."
He nods back and closes his window as I head to Serena's car. I call River from the car and ask him to come pick me up at the funeral home. It's getting late and I don't want Aerie to have to drive to LA and back tonight. I also call Aerie to let her know that I'm all set with a ride.
We drive to the funeral home in silence. Walking in, I immediately feel uneasy. I subconsciously hold my breath but the funeral home smell still hits me immediately.
Serena has the bag of Grace's things in one hand and my hand in the other as we walk down the hall passing the viewing room first. The office is an open area at the end and an older man comes to meet us. He introduces himself and motions for us to sit at the table. Serena seems to have switched into business mode as she discusses the details with him.
I excuse myself to use the restroom but am somehow drawn into the showroom. Caskets of all colors and sizes are on display. I walk over to the white casket with a beautiful light-blue lining and I think that color would be perfect for Grace.
Running my fingers over the smooth satin, a familiar hand covers mine. "I'm really sorry, Dahl. I just want you to know that. Please forgive me. I need you."
I look up. He's unshaven, he's wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday, and he looks like he hasn't slept. Irritation flares through me as I step back and quietly say, "Please, Ben. Not now. This isn't the time."
As he steps forward a wave of women's perfume permeates the air and fills my nose. "Dahl, I know it's not. But I'm so alone."
My voice falters as I try to keep my resolve. I can't be the one for him to lean on. I just can't. "Ben, I'm here to support you and Serena for Grace. But I can't forgive you right now and I don't know if I ever will."
He drops his eyes and pulls something out of his pocket. It's a small journal. His hand is shaking as he hands it to me. His voice is soft. "While I was away I kept this for you. It was how I communicated with you when I thought I'd never see you again." I'm caught by surprise and he must sense it because he says, "Please take it. I want you to have it. Do whatever you want with it." I take it from his hands because even after everything I can't inflict any more pain on him.