The Midwife's Confession Part 32

"Haley needs a bone marrow transplant," Grace said, unhelpfully. "I was going to get tested to see if I'm a match. They only need to swab your cheek."

"Grace," I said more sharply than I'd meant to. "Give Jenny and Emerson a chance to figure out what's happening, honey. Remember how you felt a couple of hours ago?"

Grace looked contrite. "Right," she said. "Sorry." She had grown up today, I thought. Driven hundreds of miles alone. Walked into a hospital. Agreed to endure medical treatments to help a sister she didn't know. She wasn't the same girl she'd been the day before.

"I want to go home," Jenny said. "Don't make me go back to that room, Mom. Please just take me home."

Emerson looked at me. "I think we should leave," she said. "I need to talk to Ian."

I stood. "I'll go back and tell them we're leaving," I said. "I'll have to give them your contact information, Emerson, all right? And get theirs for you?"

Emerson shook her head. "I don't want them calling me," she said.

Of course not. "I'll just give them Ian's number."

She gave me a reluctant nod. I stood, then bent over to hug her and kiss the top of Jenny's head. "Love you, Jen," I said. "I'll be back in a minute."

I found Anna sitting on the edge of Haley's bed and it was clear they'd both been crying. I could imagine how they felt, suddenly so near the girl they'd feared they would never find, yet unable to touch or even talk to her.

Anna jumped to her feet and rushed over to me. "How is she?" she asked. "Is she okay?"

I nodded. "She and Emerson have a lot to think about," I said. "They're not sure...well, you can imagine how over whelmed they are right now. I came to tell you that we're leaving and to-"

"No!" Haley wailed. "We need to talk to Lily!"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Haley," I said. "Jenny wants to go home and, right now, I think that's best. But Emerson will talk to her lawyer and he'll get in touch with you and your mother very soon. Tell me the best way for him to contact you."

Anna picked up a briefcase from the floor near the sofa. I could tell she was fighting tears as she pulled out a business card. She added some other phone numbers to the back of it and I wrote Ian's number on a slip of paper from my notepad.

"We don't want to hurt her. Lily. Jenny," Anna said, as she handed me the card. "We want to do this the right way. But Haley needs-"

"I know," I said. "Jenny's in shock right now. So is Emerson." I tried to smile. "So am I, actually."

"Us, too," Haley said. "Seriously."

As I turned to leave the room, Anna caught my arm. "Grace is beautiful," she said. "When I saw her, I thought, What a beautiful girl, but I felt nothing...here." She pressed her hand to her chest. "When I saw Jenny, though, I knew. Even if she didn't look exactly like Haley's cousins, I would have known. It was like a missing piece of my heart suddenly appeared in the doorway. Can you understand that?"

I nodded. The missing piece of my own heart was in the room at the end of the hall, and on this difficult day, I felt that piece slipping slowly, cautiously back into place.

63.

Grace.

Jenny and I rode in the backseat, while my mother drove. We'd had to leave Emerson's car in the parking garage at the hospital. We didn't have a choice. Only one of the four of us was in any shape to drive and that was my mom, and even she wasn't doing all that well.

Everything had reversed itself in the weirdest way. It was as if you had to do one of the worst things you could imagine, like walk barefoot across burning coals, and suddenly your best friend was going to do it for you. You know just how your friend feels because you felt the same way, and it hurts to watch your friend go through it all.

I'd thought before about how love could sneak up on you. One day when I was eleven years old, I suddenly realized I loved Jenny the same way I loved my mother and father. We'd been on the beach at Wrightsville, hanging out together in the sun and jumping in the waves, and I'd felt so happy. I looked over at Jenny and thought, I love you, just like that. It was a revelation, really. About a year later, Jenny said, "Love you," when we talked on the phone, the same way our mothers said those words to each other, and it was like there was suddenly more color in my life. Love came with some hurt, though. When Jenny broke her ankle two years ago, I sat with her on her porch steps while we waited for the ambulance, and it was as though my own ankle had been broken. That's how bad I felt.

Now, sitting in the back of the car with Jenny, I felt the same way again.

"What are they like?" Jenny asked me. "That girl and her mother? I didn't even get a look at them, really."

"They're nice," I rea.s.sured her, although a couple of hours earlier, I'd felt nothing for them. I thought of Anna's coolness. "It's hard to tell because I just, you know, popped into the room and said, 'Hi! I'm your daughter!' so they were obviously freaked. And you freaked them even more."

Emerson and my mother were talking quietly in the front seats. From where I sat, I could see a tissue wadded up in Emerson's fist. For the first hour of the drive, I'd heard words like I refuse to believe it and This will kill Ted and Where is my baby? They were whispered words I didn't want Jenny to hear, so I tried to talk over them. I heard Emerson speak to Ted on the phone, so quietly I couldn't understand what she said. How would she tell Ted their daughter was probably not their daughter, after all?

"So...tell me about this disease Haley has," Jenny said after a while.

"It's leukemia," I said. "I only talked to her for a little while, but she's cool." I felt a tiny bit of jealousy: if Jenny was really Anna's daughter, then she had a sister. "She seems really strong. She doesn't seem like she's going to die tomorrow or anything, but she could." I couldn't help myself. I knew my mother thought Jenny couldn't handle this, but she needed to know the truth. "She is going to die if she can't get a bone marrow transplant," I said.

"Now they'll want me to do it, won't they?" she said.

"You don't have to," I said. "But I think you should. A sibling has a one in four chance of being a match."

Emerson must have heard me. She turned in her seat. "Jenny, don't even think about this now, all right? We have no idea what's going on yet, really, and even if you turn out to be the baby Noelle took, you don't need to decide a thing right now. Not about being a part of their lives, and absolutely not about donating bone marrow." I didn't think I'd ever heard Emerson sound so firm. "You don't need to ever decide, if you don't want to," she added.

Jenny didn't say anything, but when Emerson had faced forward again, she turned to me. "What does it take," she asked. "Being a donor?"

"Cheek swab first," I said. "Then if you're a match with the cheek swab, they do a blood test. If you're a match after that, they have to take some of your bone marrow. I don't know exactly how they do it. If you need to do it, though, I'll go with you."

"You were going to do it?" she asked.

"That doesn't mean you have to."

"But you're such a wimp. And you were going to do it."

I was amazed by that myself. "She could die," I said with a shrug.

Jenny wrinkled her nose, then leaned forward and tapped Emerson on the shoulder. "Mom?" she said. "I need to find out if I'm a match for her. For Haley."

Emerson turned around again. She looked at Jenny. Then she looked at me. Her face was a pasty-white mess, smeared with mascara. "All right," she said. "We'll figure it out."

Jenny's phone rang and she checked the caller ID. "It's Cleve." She looked at me. "I talked to him while we were driving to Was.h.i.+ngton and told him what was going on. Should I answer?"

I took the phone from her. "Hey," I said.

"Grace! You're with Jenny? Where are you? I've been worried about you! I've been going out of my freakin' mind, wondering what's going on."

I smiled. He'd been worried. Going out of his freakin' mind. "I'm fine," I said, "but it's too long to go into right now. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Just tell me you're all right," he said.

"I'm good," I said.

Cleve wasn't a part of this. He'd never be able to understand everything that had happened. I was with the people who did understand: my mom and Emerson and Jenny. I felt like Cleve was from another part of my life that suddenly seemed so long ago, and I realized that, on this very long day when I thought I would turn into someone else, that was exactly what had happened.

64.

Emerson.

Topsail Island, North Carolina.

I stood at the sliding gla.s.s door of the oceanfront cottage Ted, Jenny and I were renting. Midweek in October and not a soul on the beach for as far as I could see. We knew we'd practically have the island to ourselves. That's why we came.

Ted and Jenny and the dogs were out there somewhere, but I'd begged off with the excuse that I wanted to make lasagna for dinner. Really, though, I wanted the time alone. Time to think.

The DNA test results had come in the day before. I hadn't fallen apart as I'd expected, I guess because by the time we got the phone call, I'd known there was no other explanation for what had happened than the one Tara had offered. Ted called a Realtor he knew and booked this cottage and I called Hunter High to pull Jenny out of school for a few days. We needed the time together, just the three of us, before we'd allow anyone else-Anna Knightly and her family, to be specific-into our lives. Three days for Jenny, Ted and me to come to grips with this new reality.

For a couple of days after that miserable trip to Was.h.i.+ngton, I was filled with such a crazy quilt of emotions I could hardly stand it. One minute I'd be furious with Noelle, the next I'd be full of grat.i.tude. One minute, I'd be racked with grief over the baby I'd lost without ever having the chance to see her or touch her, the next I'd be filled with a love for Jenny so pure and bottomless that I was drowning in it. Now, all those emotions had been erased by one simple question: What did our future hold? The only thing I knew for sure, the only thing I cared about, was that I needed to help Jenny find her way through that future. My own fears and losses and anger no longer mattered. All that mattered was Jenny.

I spotted the dogs first. Shadow and Blue bounded in and out of the shallow water, chasing each other across the sand with an energy they never displayed at home. Then I saw Ted and Jenny walking a distance behind the dogs. Ted made an expansive motion with his arms as though he was ill.u.s.trating the enormity of the ocean. Or maybe, I thought, he was describing his love for Jenny. I'd never felt closer to Ted than I had in the past few days. We were on the same team. "You're our daughter," he said to Jenny with such force that no one could doubt that he meant it. "Do you think a DNA test can change that?"

As they came closer to the house, I watched Ted take Jenny's hand. They swung their arms back and forth between them like they were kids. Like nothing bad had happened or ever could happen. Like our lives hadn't taken as grim a turn as I'd thought. Watching them, I felt an unexpected surge of happiness.

I opened the sliding gla.s.s door and stepped out on the deck. I waved to them and they waved back, and I couldn't wait for them to come into the cottage. Tonight we'd watch a movie after dinner. Maybe play a game. There'd be time later to make sense of our new and uncertain future. All I knew was that we'd be facing it together.

My husband.

Myself.

And my daughter.

EPILOGUE.

Tara.

Wilmington, North Carolina.

March 2011.

The cleansing of Noelle's cottage is Emerson's idea, and I'm so glad she thought of it. I pull up in front of the house and take in the view. The cottage, now yellow with white trim and black shutters, is adorable. Two white rockers sit on the small porch and the yard is filled with azaleas ready to pop with color.

Suzanne is moving into the cottage next week. She knows nothing about the cleansing. She's never seemed the least bit concerned that Noelle killed herself in the house, but we're certain Noelle would have approved of what we're doing here today.

Emerson's car is in the driveway, and I park across the street. I've been inside the cottage a couple of times since its transformation. The kitchen and bathroom have been gutted and refurbished, the floors refinished, and the walls in every room painted in warm Tuscan colors, as Suzanne suggested. It took forever-Emerson had other things on her mind-but it's finished now and ready for Suzanne to give it a new life.

Emerson greets me in the kitchen. "You'll take the east corner," she says as she hands me a bowl containing a smoldering bundle of sage. A tendril of smoke rises into the air above it. She points toward the second bedroom near the rear of the house and instructs me what to do.

Tonight, after the cleansing of the house is complete, Grace and Jenny will begin moving the bags of donated baby items into the second bedroom with some help from Cleve, who's home on spring break. I can't go so far as to say that Grace is over Cleve. I swear I can sense her heart beating a little faster when he's around. But she started going out with a friend of Jenny's boyfriend, Devon, and she tells me he's "okay," which I think means she likes him quite a bit. Grace is never going to be an open book, like me. I've learned that the harder I dig, the more she withdraws. But if I wait, if I'm there for her the way Sam used to be without pus.h.i.+ng or prodding, she eventually turns to me. Some days it feels like waiting for paint to dry. Every shared confidence, though, is precious. For an entire day, I was unsure who she was and how we fit together. Ironic that the day I feared I was no longer her mother was the day I learned how to mother her.

Jenny was not a match for Haley, but Haley was able to receive her transplant in January after a donor was found through the global database. Her recovery has been extremely difficult, filled with uncertainty, infections and one hospitalization after another. But she's at home now, at least for a while, and she and Jenny Skype every day. Every minute, according to Grace, who's a little jealous of the relations.h.i.+p forming between Jenny and her sister. Emerson has her own jealousy to contend with, but she's learning to share Jenny with Anna, as we all are, and she's trying hard to expand her vision of family to include Anna, Haley and Bryan.

Now Emerson stands on a stepladder to take out the batteries from the smoke detector. Then she lights her own bowl of sage from the candle burning on the counter. She blows it out to let it smolder. "I just hope we don't burn the place down," she says as she heads for the room that had been Noelle's bedroom.

In the second bedroom, I walk in a large circle, stopping to fill the corners with the aromatic smoke. At the windows, I look out at the garden, where daffodils and crocuses seem to have sprung up overnight. We don't know for sure and we never will, but we believe we understand the love Noelle had for her garden and the birdbath with its statue of the little girl. We thought back, remembering that she first planted the garden shortly after Emerson gave birth to her daughter. Noelle had never shown any interest in her yard before then, but she tended that garden with so much love. Almost the sort of love you'd lavish on a child. A niece, perhaps.

I believe that Sam knew. I believe that one day, when Noelle could no longer keep this final, most devastating secret to herself, she asked Sam to meet her someplace where none of us would b.u.mp into them. Someplace like Wrightsville Beach. Maybe she told him everything, client to attorney. She must have told him about the garden, prompting him to question me about it a short time later. What's with Noelle's garden? Out of the blue.

Through the bedroom window, I see Emerson walk toward the garden. I watch as she plucks a few dead leaves from the birdbath, then rests her hand on the head of the little bronze girl. I fill with love for her. I carry the bowl of sage into the bathroom and run a little water onto it, then rest it on the counter. I want to be with Emerson. In this year of changes, only one thing has been certain and solid, and that's the bond I have with my best friend. I walk outside to help her prepare the garden to welcome the spring.

READER's GUIDE.

Tara and Emerson have very different personalities, yet they've remained best friends for more than twenty years. What do you think drew them together initially? What keeps them together now?

Tara's mother had a history of psychiatric problems. How has this shaped Tara as a mother? As a widow?

Imagine yourself in Noelle's place when she learns that Emerson is her sister. Would you be able to keep that relations.h.i.+p to yourself for two decades? Do you think Noelle should have revealed the relations.h.i.+p to Emerson? Discuss the internal struggle you might have if you were in her position.

What was Sam's attraction to two women as different as Tara and Noelle? Why do you think he chose Tara over Noelle?

Emerson values being liked above being ambitious and successful. This is typically a feminine trait and one that can often get in the way of advancing in a career. Yet Emerson, with her new cafe, Hot!, has clearly found a path to professional success without sacrificing her values. Why do you think she's succeeded at this endeavor? How do you feel about the sometimes conflicting values of "being nice" versus "being ambitious"?

Grace is a strong introvert, while her mother is pa.s.sionately extroverted. How do these differing personality traits affect their relations.h.i.+p?

Tara has enormous guilt over her feelings toward her former favorite student, Mattie Cafferty. Discuss how her relations.h.i.+p with Mattie may have impacted her relations.h.i.+p with Grace prior to Sam's death.

Any major change often throws the structure of a comfortable family out of balance. Why do you think Grace had such a close relations.h.i.+p with her father? How did the family dynamic between Grace, Tara and Sam support that relations.h.i.+p? How did Sam's death alter that dynamic and what did that change mean for both Grace and Tara? Discuss the different ways in which Tara and Grace grieved for Sam and how those different styles of grieving created conflict and misunderstanding.

Anna has made the search for missing children her life's work and has involved Haley in that cause in both a professional and personal way. How do you think this has impacted the relations.h.i.+p between mother and daughter?