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Authors: Mia Sheridan

Finding Eden (2 page)

He was silent for another few beats. "How is that possible? How did you go to school without a last name?"

"I never went to school," I said softly, more color moving up into my face.

"How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen," I said. Felix looked at me as if he didn't believe me.

More silence and then, "Eden, do I need to call the police? What happened to you?"

My eyes flew to his at the word
police
. "No! Please, no. I . . . no one is looking for me. I'm not a runaway or anything. I just . . . I don't have anyone anymore. They're all
. . . gone now. Please no police." My voice broke on the last word and I looked at him pleadingly, ready to run if he went for a phone.

Felix looked at me thoughtfully for several beats before he finally said, "What can you do, Eden? Do you cook? Clean?"

I shook my head. "I wasn't allowed to do any of that. I can play the piano," I said hopefully. It was pretty much the only thing I could do.

Felix raised his eyebrows. "Is that so? Well, it just so happens I have a granddaughter who's been asking for piano lessons. Are you good enough to teach her?"

I nodded my head slowly. "Yes. Yes, I could teach the piano."

Felix nodded. "Okay, then. This is the arrangement I propose—you're hired. Room and board is included in your salary. And your job includes nothing more than teaching my granddaughter, Sophia, the piano. Is that clear, Eden?"

I nodded my head, feeling something that felt a little like hope. I was going to be safe, warm, fed. I might at least have that.

"Good. Then that's settled. I'm going to assume that because of where you were lined up last night you don't have anything other than what you came with?"

I shook my head, looking down at the clothes that hung off my body. "I'm sorry. Once I work for a little bit, I'll be able to afford some different clothes
. . . ones that look nicer
. . ." I trailed off, embarrassed, but Felix waved his hand in the air.

"I'll front you some money for some new clothes. Marissa will go out today and pick you up some things. You met Marissa last night."

I nodded, and then studied Felix for a minute. He was older, probably in his sixties, I'd guess, but he was still a good-looking man with bright blue eyes, and a full head of salt and pepper hair. "Felix, I don't understand this. Why are you doing this for me?" I finally asked him.

He looked up at me, and then over at several pill bottles I hadn't noticed before, sitting on the side of the table. He took one bottle in his hand and unscrewed the cap, throwing a pill back before answering me. I couldn't help notice that his hands were shaking. Was he ill? "Because I made the wrong choice yesterday when I saw what happened in my store." He looked thoughtful for a minute. "When I saw you again on the street leaving the line for the shelter, I saw it as a second chance to do the right thing. I made the wrong choice once before, too, Eden, and I never got a second chance to correct that one. Does that make sense?"

"I think so," I said quietly.

He nodded. "Okay, good, then it's settled. You have a place to stay and I have a new piano teacher. Speaking of which, I'll need to get it tuned. It hasn't been played in years." Sadness appeared in his eyes for a brief second and then it was gone as he stood up. "You relax here today. Tomorrow, you'll meet Sophia. Marissa is here all day if you need anything."

I nodded as he walked past me. "Thank you," I said softly, gratitude and relief filling my chest and causing me to suck in a breath. His steps slowed as he walked past my chair, but he didn't say anything and a few minutes later, I heard a door close down the hall.

I spent the morning in my new room, reading the books I found on the night stand for the escape they brought, and curling into a ball and crying when I couldn't hold back the tears.

Around lunchtime, I heard Felix arrive home. Soon after, I heard the doorbell ring and then listened for the next hour to the sounds of the piano being tuned.

When a knock came at my door, I opened it and Marissa was standing there with a smile on her face.

"Lunch is almost ready, dear, and the piano is tuned if you'd like to try it out."

"Thank you, Marissa. You don't have to make me food though. I can come to the kitchen."

Marissa waved her hand as she walked away. "It's no trouble."

I nodded, but then called out, "Marissa?"

She turned. "Yes, dear?"

I cleared my throat. "Felix
. . . um, does he
. . . allow you to go out?"

Marissa tilted her head, furrowing her brows. "Go out? You mean out of the house?"

I felt color rise in my cheeks. "Yes. I mean, if you want to. Does he allow it?"

"Yes, of course. I'm free to do as I like, as are you." Her expression turned to one of concern.

"Okay," I said softly.

Marissa just kept looking at me for a second before she nodded her head and turned away.

I walked down the hall to the living room where I'd seen the large grand piano earlier and sat down at the bench, taking in a big breath before laying my hands on the keys. As I began to play, it felt like I was back there, in the main lodge, playing for the council, being paraded before them. I closed my eyes, tears escaping out of the corners to make their way slowly down my cheeks.

I heard someone speaking and opened my eyes, listening to the words being spoken in another room. Despite the sound of the piano, I could hear them clearly, the acoustics in the ceiling delivering the voices straight to my ears.

"She's good," I heard Felix say quietly.

"She's better than good, Felix. Where does she come from?" another man asked, the one who had tuned the piano, I assumed.

"I don't know. She hasn't told me. She seems so very sad, though."

There was a pause before the other man said, "I knew another piano player who brought that same quality to the music she played."

"Sadness?" Felix asked.

"More than that. A broken heart," the other man said very softly.

And then no more was said as the music poured out around me, coming from my fingers, my heart, the longing in my soul, from all the shattered places inside me. And each note echoed the same name . . .
Calder, Calder, Calder.

 

**********

 

Calder

 

The street ten stories down swayed below me, the promise of a hard smack of concrete and then blessed oblivion calling to me so sweetly. I didn't want to resist. I hoped I'd register at least a few seconds of unfathomable pain before I floated away. I deserved it. I didn't want a death that didn't include misery.
Had she suffered? Had she called my name in the dark as the water covered her and then filled her lungs with burning, suffocating terror?
A sob, a loud gulp of tortured breath, escaped my throat and I took another swig from the half empty bottle in my hand. It slid down my throat in a slow slide of fire.
Fire.

"Calder." I heard Xander's voice behind me, low and full of fear. "Brother, give me your hand."

I shook my head back and forth swiftly and swayed precariously on the ledge where I sat. Just a small tilt forward, even the intention of a tilt, and I'd plunge to my death below.
To her.

"No, Xander," I said, my words slurring slightly. I was drunk, but not too drunk that I couldn't think clearly enough. Or I thought so anyway.

"What are you doing, Calder?" Xander asked, sitting on the ledge a little ways down from where I was. I glanced over at him and squinted. His voice was even, but his eyes were filled with panic.

"I hate to do this to you, brother. But it hurts too damn much. It was my fault. I don't deserve to live," I said.

"Then why are you alive?" Xander asked, his voice smooth and gentle, like a lullaby. My mom used to sing me lullabies when I was a little kid and couldn't sleep. Of course, my mom had also stood by while my dad tried to set me on fire. But I wouldn't think of that. I couldn't. My shoulders sagged and I felt the wetness on my face as a breeze blew by.

"You know what I think? I think you're alive because you're
meant
to be alive. For some reason, you're
meant
to be here. You're the only person who made it out of Acadia that day. The
only
one. And I, for one, refuse to believe there's not some purpose to that. I refuse to believe you didn't reach your hand up through that god-awful wreck of water-covered destruction so I could pull you out of there. And I want to help you discover what that reason is, Calder. Take my hand again. Take my hand and let me help you."

I looked over at him, grief sweeping through me even more swiftly. I took another fiery sip of alcohol.

"You carried me for twenty miles on your back once," he said, his voice breaking at the end. "Twenty miles. And if you hadn't, I would have been at Acadia that horrific day, too. I would probably be dead now. Would you have left me that day?
Did
you leave me that day?"

I frowned at him. "No," I said. "Never."

"Then take my hand. Let me carry you. It's my turn. Don't deny me that. Whatever I have
. . ."

"I know," I choked out. I bent my head forward and gave in to the anguish, my shoulders shaking in the silent sobs that wracked my body. When some of it had passed, I whispered miserably,
"Fuck."
I wiped my sleeve across my face and threw the bottle to the side. I should have gotten myself more drunk, but I didn't have a taste for the shit. "This life feels so damn long," I said after a minute.

"That's because you're hurting, and it seems like it won't ever get better."

"It
doesn't
get better. It never gets better."

"It will. You have to try. Calder, you have to try."

"I've been trying! For four months, I've been trying."

"It's going to take longer than four months. It just is."

I let out a deep breath and stared out at the sky beyond. It was full of fury, dark, rolling storm clouds moving closer. Soon the whole sky would break open just like me and the rain would fall.

We were both silent for a few minutes, my head swimming. "Any news on the identification of the other bodies?"

"No," Xander said. "You know I'll let you know if there is." Xander watched the news, listened to the reports about Acadia. I couldn't bring myself to.

I nodded my head.

"They still haven't mentioned anyone who made it out?" My voice cracked on the last word.

Xander shook his head, his expression filled with sympathy.

"The footsteps you saw in the mud
. . ."

"No, brother. And that could have been
. . . just, I don't know. Please, Calder. Take my hand."

I turned away, looking back out to the sky.

Xander watched me for a few minutes and then glanced back at the now-broken bottle of whiskey I'd thrown. "You can't keep numbing things if you want to move forward."

I straightened my spine slowly. "I don't drink to numb things," I said, meeting his eyes. I knew mine were half-lidded and swollen. "I drink because it makes me
feel
everything more deeply. I drink for the suffering."

Xander stared at me. "Gods above," he muttered, shaking his head. "Then even more reason to stop. You don't deserve that."

"Yeah," I choked out. "I do."

"It wasn't your fault, Calder. None of it was your fault."

I shook my head back and forth not able to form the words in my heart. It
was
my fault. She wasn't here because I hadn't been able to save her. I'd failed her. And I longed for her so desperately that some days I couldn't even move. The grief felt like it was crushing me, and the only escape I could think of was death. But what if
. . .

"What if taking my own life brings me somewhere other than where she is?" I asked, my voice barely rising above the wind.

Xander was silent for a minute. "I don't know if that's how it works. I want to tell you it does so you'll come off this ledge, but you know I'd never lie to you, right? The truth is, I just don't know." He hung his head, but kept his eyes turned upward, glued to me. I looked away, back out toward the sky.

"Calder, I'm not going to say I know what you're feeling, but I'm missing people as well. And Eden was my friend, too."

I let out a harsh exhale and nodded my head. Xander had lost his parents, his sister, his brother-in-law, his friends
. . . "I know."

"Let me help you. And please don't leave me totally alone. I'm not saying that to pile on more guilt. I'm just saying that because it's the gods' honest truth. I'd miss the hell out of you and I'd be alone. Please don't do that to me."

I looked over at him, the face that had always been a constant in my life since before I could remember. I breathed out a long, shuddery sigh and reached my hand out to him. He moved slowly, but gripped me so tightly that in that moment, I knew if I lunged myself over, he'd come with me. He wasn't going to let go. I felt the tears start flowing again and we sat that way for a minute, me hanging my head. Finally, I began turning as I let go of Xander's hand and swung my legs around, my feet landing on the solid roof now in front of me. Soft raindrops hit my face, as soft as a caress.

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