"I donāt want anything from you. Do you believe me?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I donāt," Edie said.
Clyde smiled deviously. "I guess Iām going to have to show you that Iām telling you the truth. You know I would never hurt you. Right?" he said.
Edie couldnāt help but think. āHow can I believe a word he says? He always talks around the truth.ā She turned away, so he couldnāt see her face.
"We havenāt really had a chance to talk," he said. "After all this time, how are you and the Gregās been?" he asked.
Edie quickly turned her head and glared into his eyes. "Donāt you know all of this already? I thought you had me investigated," she said, her voice quavering.
"You can thank your husband for that. I couldnāt find a thing about you. Itās been erased as though you donāt even exist," Clyde explained.
Edieās blue eyes widened. "I didnāt know. How do you know Stuart did it?" she asked.
Edie remembered how Stuart looked at her this morning. āAll that remains of our marriage is a cold war.ā She thought. She closed her eyes and searched for her heart. She could feel so much sadness. Edie tried to answer Clydeās questions calmly. "My mother died ten years ago, and on her deathbed, she begged Stanly Greg to take off me." She paused to take a breath and continued as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "The whole family, except for my grandpa, hated me, and when I was eighteen, I left as fast as I could without looking back. After that, I went to college, and here I am."
"Iām sorry. I had no idea how hard your life has been," Clyde said in a sympathetic voice. He clenched his fists together and fell into silence.
"What about you?" Edie asked.
Clyde was a little surprised. "I...never expected you would want to know about my life," he said. He was silent for a moment. "My lifeās been rather simple. I studied abroad, got a band put together, held a painting exhibit and then a concert," he said, sounding full of himself.
"Youāre one of those upper-class people. Having everything you want." Edie smiled and said, "We live in different worlds. What did our parents think when they made this arrangement?" Edie asked, sounding suspicious of their motives.
Clyde stopped and stood in front of her. "No, you donāt understand. Your life shouldāve been like mine," he said with excitement in his tone.
"Whatās the deal?" Edie said, looking confused. "Are you saying, if my mother hadnāt lost contact with your family, then she wouldnāt have been poor? Is that what you mean?"
"Didnāt your mother tell you anything about your past?" Clyde asked.
Edie shook her head. "No, not really. All I know is she broke all ties with her family because of Stanley. There was never anyone from the Lara family that came to visit her." Her voice got lower and lower as she finished her sentences. "I donāt even know where my mother was from."
"Weāre here," Clyde said as they stopped in front of the hotel. Suddenly he got a strange look on his face. "I have to go. Thereās something I need to do," he said as he lowered his head to hide his face.
"Wait...." Edie said softly. There was so much she wanted to know about her mother, but right did she was asking Clyde about her personal life. She went straight to her room and laid down on the bed. She fell asleep quickly and slept for several hours before waking up. Her first thoughts were of Stuart. āI miss him so much. He must be so disappointed with me. I let him down not only last night but this morning too.ā Edie looked around for her purse and realized, and she had left it in the dressing room with her cell phone. She reached over for the phone on the night table beside the bed. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her wits and dialed Stuartās number.
"Hello," he said. His voice sounded cold and strained.
"Stuart," she said, her heart racing.
Hearing Edieās voice, Stuartās tone changes to one of deep concern. "Did something happen? Are you okay?" he asked. "Did someone hurt you, Iāll kill them!" His eyes became slits of fury, thinking someone may have hurt her.
"No, Iām okay. I have something I want to talk to you about," Edie said in a low voice.
Stuart narrowed his eyes. "Okay, Iām listening," he said.
"I want to talk to you about the other night." Edie paused and took a deep breath. "I lied to you. I didnāt go out with Rhonda, I went to the hospital to visit a friend. He made me promise not to tell anyone and thatās why I didnāt tell you the truth." She tightened her hold on the phone. "Are you still there?" Silence. She could hear only his breathing. "I know you must be mad at me," she said, her voice quivering as she spoke.
"No, Iām not mad at you. Iām mad at myself for not allowing you to trust me enough to tell the truth," Stuart said, sounding disappointed in himself.
Edie let out a sigh of relief. "I wonāt keep anything from you again."
Stuartās brows came together as he squinted his eyes, and worry lines appeared across his forehead. "I can forgive you for almost anything, except for betrayal. Please donāt ever betray me," he said.
Edie shook her head. "I promise, I will never betray you," she said softly. "Iām so relieved, and I finally talked to you."
"Me too!" Stuart said. "Are you working?"
"No, they let everyone go early today. Iām in my room, resting," she explained.
"Good! You didnāt get much sleep last night. Get some rest," he said. Stuartās voice was so deep, so soft, and it was almost lulling her to sleep as she lay in the darkness.