good.â
Anything that changed the subject, Gabrielle thought.
Sheâd become an expert at that. Whenever Sharon tried to impart gossip about Derek, Gabrielle deliberately asked about something else. But that hadnât stopped Sharon from letting some pertinent facts slip over the years, from Derekâs early marriage to his more recent divorce. Hearing about him only reopened old wounds, but Gabrielle had recently been forced to accept that those wounds had never really healed.
She may have tried to move on with her life, but even all these years later, she hadnât been successful. It was time she confronted the past. She had no choice. Derek had left her incapable of moving on.
CHAPTER TWO
D EREK AND H OLLY MADE A STOP at the library to return a few books and take out some new ones before hitting the mall. Derek dropped her off at the library while he went to get gas and pick up lightbulbs at the hardware store.
Half an hour later, they were on their way. Hollyâs mother had called her on her cell phone, and the two spoke for the duration of the ride to the mall. Marlene was loving her trip and had to buy an extra suitcase for all the goodies sheâd bought for Holly. After twenty minutes of listening to Holly regale him with stories her mother had told her, getting to the mall almost seemed like a relief.
Which was ironic considering shopping was his least-favorite activity. Normally he preferred to get in and out of stores as quickly as possible. But today, he enjoyed his time with his daughter, hitting shops heâd never been in before, from Limited Too to Abercrombie, and now Bloomingdaleâs. His daughter, he realized, had her motherâs genes. She gravitated from store to store, âoohingâ and âaahingâ over each item, but unlike her mother, she didnât ask for everything she saw. Although she let him replace the Abercrombie flip-flops Fred had chewed up, she didnât request anything else.
That puzzled him.
They ended up in Bloomingdaleâs. The escalator down to the girlsâ department let them off in bedding, where a huge sign proclaimed Summer White Sale. He suddenly remembered what he was missing at home. âI need some new towels. Mind if we take a detour?â
She shook her head. âNope.â
They weaved through the displays of sheets and duvets toward the towels, when he realized Holly had stopped in front of a bed made up with a bold pink-purple-and-white pattern.
âWhat did you find?â he asked.
âCheck these out!â Her blue eyes lit up as she pointed to the bed display and matching throw pillows. âMy best friend, Robin, has something like this at home. Itâs so cool, donât you think?â
âI sure do. For a girl.â He ruffled the top of her head.
As he spoke, Derek realized that from the day Holly had come to stay with him, sheâd used old linen from his fatherâs house without complaint. It had never dawned on Derek that she might like something new, or to make the room she was living in her own.
âWould you like these for your room here?â he asked.
She turned toward him, her eyes huge. âReally? I can have them?â
He nodded, wanting her to be happy. This bedding seemed to do the trick.
âYouâre sure? I mean, we donât know how long Iâm going to be here. And Mom will never let me use them at home since they donât match my room.â She wrinkled her nose. âItâs probably a lot of money.â She trailed off, obviously disappointed in the conclusion sheâd reached.
She was probably right. He hadnât looked at the price, but whatever the cost, for Holly heâd suck it up. âWhatâs that sign say?â He pointed to the billboard in the center of the department.
She tucked her long blond hair behind her ear, squinted and read the words. âSale. Butâ¦â
âBut nothing. If youâre worried