for it to.
“Of course, I never wanted to keep her away from you. I want all of you to be a part of her life or I wouldn’t be here, but it’s complicated and you’re not going to like it and I am sorry for that, but I was alone and scared and I was having a baby. I did what I had to do in order to survive,” she says, with more tears falling. What has she been up to the last five years? Whatever it is, I know I’m not going to like it, but I also know it’s all my fault.
I can’t stop myself this time when I walk over to her and pull her into my arms. I know I should be mad, at me and at her, but right now I just want to hold the woman I have always loved more than anything in this world. I walk over and pull her to me. I feel her stiffen briefly before she throws her arms around my waist and starts sobbing into my chest, breaking what little was left, of my heart.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, pulling back away from me. “We need to talk. I want them to hear too. No secrets and honestly I’m not sure what’s going to happen after tonight, but I need to make sure Ava is safe.” I keep wondering why she doesn’t seem to think Ava is safe here. What has Maya been up to?
“Let’s go talk,” I say, leading her into the living room.
We walk into the living room to find Brody, Ash, and Callie sitting on the couch quietly talking to each other. Callie looks up and smiles at Maya, making me so thankful she came into our lives. Maya walks over to sit in the chair across from them and I sit on the other couch with Collin.
“I have a question,” Maya says, starting this long overdue conversation. I look at her and nod.
“Did you tell anyone about those pictures?” I want to ask her what pictures. Now that I know there were two sets and they were completely different. From her expression, I’m assuming she is talking about the first set.
“My family, no one else knows about them though,” I say calmly.
“Did you tell Trent about them?” she asks, not looking me in the eyes.
“No,” I reply.
“Are you sure, it’s important.” I’m starting to get angry now. Why would she want to talk about Trent? He’s the reason for all of this.
“I’m sure. I remember that day very well,” I say through gritted teeth.
“So you didn’t confront either of us. You took for granted that the pictures you saw were real. They weren’t, I never cheated on you,” she says, with tears streaming down her face.
“The pictures are real. I had them checked today. They are legit,” I say watching her close. “And I did confront him, if that’s what you want to call it. I found him that night. I beat the crap out of him and I haven’t seen him since. I figured he knew why I was doing it without me describing the pictures to him.”
“That’s impossible,” she whispers, before sobbing again. “I don’t understand.” It’s killing me not going over to comfort her, but something is off. I am trained to figure out when people are lying, and while I actually believe her right now, there’s still something way off. “Can I see them?” she whispers.
“I don’t have them. I left them at the lab to see if they could get prints off of them. I want to know who sent them,” I say.
“I think I already know,” she says, finally looking me in the eyes.
“Who?” She shakes her head at me.
“I need to tell you about what I have been doing the last five years first and you aren’t going to like it,” she says. Wiping her eyes one more time, she turns and starts telling me a story, a story I have always dreaded hearing, a story that makes me want to hunt that man down and kill him this time, a story that completely shatters my heart.
Maya
I take a deep breath and start to tell a story that I know is going to completely break Jaxon and probably completely break me. It’s also a story that I know has to be out in the open if we are ever going to figure out what happened five