Back Behind Her Lives
Chapters (42)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three - Three Months Before
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven - Three Months Before
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven - Before
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen - Before
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen - Before
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty - Before
  27. Chapter Twenty-one
  28. Chapter Twenty-two
  29. Chapter Twenty-three
  30. Chapter Twenty-four
  31. Chapter Twenty-five
  32. Chapter Twenty-six
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-one
  38. Chapter Thirty-two
  39. Epilogue
  40. Bonus Material
  41. Discussion Questions
  42. Teaser chapter

She crept into the living room, treading carefully so as not to wake Paul. She was surprised to find him sitting up in her recliner, his cell phone propped to his ear. He glanced up when she entered and waved her over as he continued his conversation.

“Yes, Ma’am I get it. It’s going to be okay, I promise.” He placed his hand over the receiver and mouthed your mom and Deven’s eyebrows shot to her forehead.

“My mom?” she mouthed back. “At this hour?”

Paul gave a sheepish grin before directing his attention back to the phone. “Yes, I know Ms. Iris. I will be sure to tell Deven to call you, okay?” Pause. “Your daughter.” Another pause. “No, that’s Kennedy. Your other daughter, Deven.”

Deven tried not to let his words bother her as she sank to the sofa to wait for him to finish. Finally, he hung up and sat back with a lazy smile. He seemed a little disoriented, so it was obvious Iris had woken him up out of a dead slumber.

“Paul, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even know my mom had your number.”

“Yeah, we talked a few times after your father passed. I believe he may have given it to her in the event she had questions or just needed support. That was the first time I’ve spoken to her in a while.”

Deven nodded. It made sense. “What did she say?”

“It wasn’t a good day but she asked her nurse to call me so she could talk.”

“About Dad?”

Paul frowned. “I don’t think she remembered that’s where she knew me from. She just talked a lot about herself actually. Regrets, mistakes, wishing she could’ve given her girls a better life.”

Deven didn’t want to verbalize how she felt the exact same way.

“Did you tell her?” Paul asked then. “About your sister?”

“I can’t do that to her. Kennedy was her baby, her favorite. That would crush her.” It pained her to think about putting her mom through that anguish. Eventually it would come to that. But she preferred to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

“Take things slow,” Paul said. “But don’t avoid it. So, what’s your thoughts on the will situation? Since you said Keith denied knowing about it.”