Lizzie grimaced when she saw Terry’s number pop up on her phone. She let his call go to voicemail, and she avoided listening to his message the rest of the afternoon. But when he texted her, she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever.Lizzie, it’s Terry. The label called me today. They say if you don’t finish at least onesongwithin three months, they’ll drop you from the label. I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but my hands are tied.Lizzie sank down onto the couch and sighed. She couldn’t blame Terry—he couldn’t force the label to do anything it didn’t want. She hadn’t put out a new album in two years now, although she’d been touring up until last fall. She’d told herself at first that she was just too busy to write, but now she didn’t have that excuse. She couldn’t write. It was like something had literally blocked the words and the notes.She stared at her guitar sitting against the wall of her living room. It looked almost judgmental right then.W
A few weeks later, in mid-August, Trent sat in his car, not getting out for a long moment. The house looked even more dilapidated than usual, the paint peeling, the shutters falling from the windows. Junk of all sorts lined the porch—from furniture to tools to bags of God only knew what—and weeds had sprung up all over the yard. Trent had sent someone to mow the lawn to keep the neighbors from complaining, but he’d quit after mowing the lawn all of three times.Trent couldn’t blame the guy. He didn’t want to be around his father, either.Edward Younger had once been a prosperous man. He’d started in manufacturing in the 1970s, and he’d moved up the ranks until he’d made a good salary that could support his wife and five children. As the oldest son, Trent had looked up to Edward and had wanted to emulate his father when he grew up. Trent would get a good job and take care of his family just like Edward.But when Trent’s mother, Beatrice, had begun to sink further into mental illness
The next morning, Lizzie stumbled from bed and, after wrenching open the bathroom door, collapsed in front of the toilet to vomit until she had nothing left in her stomach. She moaned and shook, her skin clammy, and she wondered if she’d gotten food poisoning from those oysters the night before. But wouldn’t she have gotten sick sooner?She dry-heaved before lying down on the cool bathroom tile, waiting for the nausea to fade. She breathed in deep, slow breaths, her eyes halfway closed.“Lizard—Jesus Christ, are you okay?”She groaned when Seth crouched down next to her. She must’ve not locked the door. He touched her forehead, smoothing back sweaty strands of hair.“Can you sit up? Here, come on.” He helped her sit against the wall, and then he left for a moment, returning with a glass of ice water.She drank the water in long gulps, her throat burning. Finally, she looked into Seth’s concerned gaze and tried to smile.“Thanks. I’m okay. I think I have food poisoning. Too many o
Lizzie didn’t know why she’d agreed to come to The Fainting Goat. She’d told herself she didn’t care if she ran into Trent, and at any rate, she needed to tell him her news. She’d told Seth that she wasn’t going to avoid all of Trent’s restaurants like she needed to be ashamed of herself. Seth had grumbled but, to her surprise, hadn’t protested anymore and had agreed to meet her at the bar that evening.Now, standing in the hallway and staring at Trent, who wasn’t saying anything, Lizzie felt the edges of her vision blacken. Dizziness swamped her, and then her knees gave out. She vaguely remembered hearing Trent call her name before she lost consciousness.She woke up on the floor. Trent was kneeling over her on one side, Seth on the other. Groaning, she took a deep breath to stave off the nausea. Her head pounded, and she wasn’t sure if she was going to faint again or just puke.“Lizzie, can you hear me?” Trent asked. He touched her face with gentle fingers before pulling out his p
Trent tipped his beer back and stared off into the distance, the moon hanging low and bright. At one of his favorite parks—a park he and Lizzie would disappear to when they were younger—he climbed up onto the largest gazebo and sat there for hours. He’d brought a few beers from his place after deciding that the last thing he wanted to do was to stay home and stare at the walls.So, he’d decided to go out and stare at the moon instead.Would you go to the ends of the earth for me?I’d go to the moon for you.He grunted. What an idiot he’d been for Lizzie as a teenager. One look at her and he’d fallen so hard it was amazing he hadn’t gotten whiplash. All she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and convince him to do that scene from Much Ado About Nothing and wham! He’d fallen for her.When she’d kissed him, he’d known his life would never be the same.He laughed, although it was a bitter laugh. Lizzie was pregnant—again. With his child. He couldn’t believe it.And yet… it made a str
Lizzie awoke to rain. It pattered against the roof, and she rose from her bed with a wide yawn. She watched the rain fall, a little surprised to see it raining in late August. Tracing patterns on the glass of the window, she tried to order her thoughts, but mostly, she was just tired.“Do you hear the rain?” she murmured, touching her belly. She wasn’t showing much, but when she looked in the mirror, she could see a little bump beginning to form.Her heart squeezed with so much love it threatened to overwhelm her.Oh, baby, I want you so much. Do you know that?The circumstances weren’t ideal, to say the least, but Lizzie couldn’t help but feel joyous that this new life would join her. This child would never fill the hole in her heart where her first baby lay, but this felt like a chance to make things right.It was a chance to be the mother that she hadn’t gotten to be.She found Seth sitting on the couch in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He didn’t
Trent dreamed of his mother that night.He didn’t dream about her as often as he used to. Sometimes he even thought he’d moved on from her death. But then the dreams and the memories would return with a force to knock the breath out of him.He was fourteen again. Tall for his age but skinny, he’d been a loner in middle school. It didn’t help that the Younger family had a reputation: a deadbeat father and crazy mother, the kids would whisper. There’d been more than one instance where a kid would act like if Trent got too close the crazy would rub off from him like a disease.Trent had punched that kid in the nose and ended up with detention for two weeks straight.He dreamed he was in his childhood home, yet it wasn’t the same house. The walls kept shifting, the photos changing. One instant there was a happy family photo, the next the photos crumpled like the corners had been lit with a match. Trent touched the wall, trying to find his balance as the floor rolled underneath his feet
When Lizzie looked up to see Trent entering the lobby at her OBGYN’s office, she had to restrain herself from laughing. Here was Trent—all tattoos and muscles—amidst a bunch of pregnant women and young children. There were a few husbands, but for the most part, it was all hormonal women with various-sized bellies.Lizzie had texted Trent to let him know when her ultrasound was scheduled, and he’d assured her he’d be there. It was strange to have him here, and yet, she was glad not to be alone.“It’s freezing in here,” Trent muttered as he sat down next to her.That made Lizzie laugh. “Do you want to tell a bunch of pregnant women that you want to turn up the thermostat?”“Good point. I’ll just suffer in silence.”She shook her head as she continued to read the fashion magazine she’d reached for earlier, but she couldn’t concentrate. She could smell Trent’s woodsy scent, and every time he shifted in his chair, she lost her place.Finally, she set the magazine aside and asked him,