asked, âHey, whatâs up?â
He moved a few steps farther from the others before saying quietly, âJust wanted to let you and Ms. Bernadine know that Iâm searching for my birth parents.â
That was not what sheâd been expecting to hear, but having lived with these exceptional kids for two years, she was learning to expect the unexpected. âHave you talked to the Paynes about this?â
He shook his head. âNo.â
âNo?â she asked gently. âWhy not?â
He shrugged as if not knowing what to say. âI donât want them to think I donât appreciate them.â
âThen tell them that. Theyâll appreciate the honesty. Do you want to live elsewhere? Is that what this is about?â
âNo,â he countered quickly. âNot at all.â
âThen you should tell them that, too.â
He looked down at his shoes and then back up into her eyes. âOkay.â
âWhen did you decide to do this?â
âA few nights ago. Leah thinks itâs a good idea, too.â
Lily scanned him for a silent moment. âSo are you doing this for you, or for her?â
âMe,â he replied without hesitation. âShe just helped me think some things through, like what if my parents are both dead, or if they turn out to be bad people like Crystalâs dad.â
Lily nodded understandingly.
âBut I wanted you to know in case an e-mail comes through, or something comes in the mail to Ms. Bernadine, or somebody shows up from CPS. I already registered my name on some of the sites I researched, and I posted my birthday and place of birth. Thatâs all, though.â
âAre you sure youâre going to be okay with the outcome? This might turn out to be wonderful, or something that breaks your heart.â
âI know, but I want to know. Iâm tired of not knowing who I am. Zoey knew her mom, and so did Crystal. Devon had his grandma. Amari and I are the only ones who donât have a clue.â
Lilyâs heart went out to him. âDoes Amari know about this?â
âNot yet. I havenât told him either, but I will. Maybe later tonight on the phone.â
âOkay. Iâll let Ms. Bernadine know, but I want you to promise me that you will sit down with the Paynes and tell them what youâre doing. Theyâre your parents, Brain. They should know, and will probably want to help. Promise me,â she echoed, making sure he met her eyes.
He nodded tightly. âI will. I promise. Iâll talk to them after school.â
She gave him a quick hug. âIâm rooting for you on this. If thereâs anything Ms. Bernadine or I can do, let us know.â
He gave her a smile. âI promise that, too.â
She gave him another quick, tight squeeze. He nodded good-bye, and she resumed her journey to her car.
But as she crossed the parking lot to where it sat, someone else called her name. Once again, she stopped and turned. At this rate, Bernadine was liable to fly off without her.
Gary Clark was waving at her from the driverâs side of his sweet new Buick. Heâd gone to high school with her and Trent, but lived now over in Franklin. He drove slowly over to where she stood.
âHey, Gare. How are you?â The last time sheâd seen him had been over the summer at the dedication of the new school.
âBeen better.â
âWhatâs the matter?â
âJust enrolled the girls in school here. Weâre moving back to Henry Adams.â
Before Lily could form a reaction, he added, âAnd you may as well know, Colleen left me. She wants a divorce.â His pain was obvious.
âIâm so sorry.â Colleen was his witch of a wife. Lily had known her in high school, too.
âHow in the hell am I supposed to raise two teenage girls alone?â he asked, and ran a hand wearily over his tired face.
âSheâs not asking for custody?â
He blew