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Emily's Daughter

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2018
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“What?”

He swallowed painfully. “This isn’t easy.”

“Just say it.”

“She said that after I left Rockport, she found out she was…pregnant.”

George’s eyes opened wide. “Pregnant?”

“Yeah.”

“My God. A baby? She had your baby?”

“Yes.” His hand gripped the cup; he could crush it if he just applied pressure and he wanted to. He wanted to break something badly.

“Where is this child? Where’s my grandchild?”

Jackson looked up at that word—grandchild. His father had always wanted grandchildren, but after his divorce from Janine, George had finally accepted that wasn’t going to happen. But all along, there’d been a girl out there who belonged to them. His daughter. His dad’s grandchild. A child they would never see.

“Jack.” His father waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Where’s our child?”

He released a tight breath and said the words that felt like acid in his throat. “Emily gave her up for adoption.”

“My God, no!” George cried out.

“Yes, Emily gave her away. I don’t know where she is, and neither does Emily. Strangers have my daughter.”

“A girl, you have a daughter.” A softness came over George’s face. “Sarah would have loved a granddaughter.”

At the mention of his mother, Jackson had to stifle tears. He ran both hands down his face in a weary gesture. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so hurt and angry inside, I can’t think. All I can do is feel and I don’t like what I’m feeling.”

George stood. “I’ll get you another cup of coffee.”

Jackson started to protest, but he realized his father was giving him time.

Placing the cup in front of him, George said, “From what I remember about Emily, she was a pretty, sweet and caring girl. Owen and Rose were very protective of her. They kept a tight rein on her—especially Rose.”

“Rose hated my guts,” Jackson spit out.

“Well, she probably knew what you were doing with her daughter.” George sat down and looked directly at his son.

Jackson met that look squarely. “Did you?”

George shrugged. “I knew something was happening. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, and I saw all those secret glances at the dinner table. One night I woke up and you weren’t in the room or in the bathroom. It was a couple of hours before you came back. I figured you were with Emily, but I didn’t do anything about it. Hell, you were twenty-one and a man. There was nothing I could do.”

“We were so careful…. Neither one of us was ready for a pregnancy.”

“Did you love her?”

“What?” he asked, but he’d heard the question. He just didn’t want to answer it.

“Did you love Emily?” George repeated.

“Yes,” he admitted slowly.

“Did you promise to go back and see her?”

He wanted to block out the truth, but he couldn’t. “Yes, but then you and Mom told me about her illness and I couldn’t think about anything else. Later, I just had to get away.”

George patted his arm. “It was a difficult time for all of us.”

He raised his hands in a helpless gesture. “I just can’t understand how she could do that—give up our baby.”

“I’m sure she didn’t do it without a lot of pain and suffering. It couldn’t have been an easy decision. Why didn’t her parents help her?”

“When Rose found out, she flew into a rage and there was some danger of her losing her own baby.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about Rose’s pregnancy.”

“Emily said she did what her parents wanted.”

“What did she mean by that?”

“Her parents were hurt and embarrassed by the situation and they insisted that the only thing to do was give the baby away so no one would ever find out. They had their own child to worry about and I suppose they weren’t interested in raising Emily’s bastard.” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

George shook his head. “Emily was alone, scared and probably didn’t know what to do. Why in God’s name didn’t she call you? She knew where you lived.”

“She did,” Jackson said in a low voice. “She called the hardware store and the house, but I was too upset about Mom to take any calls, so she never got through to me.”

“Oh, my God.” His father sounded horrified.

What?” Jackson asked urgently.

“I remember there were several calls from Owen after Sarah died. I wasn’t in a mood to talk to anyone. Besides, I assumed it was just about fishing. Maybe he was calling about Emily’s pregnancy.”

Jackson frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t understand why the man kept leaving messages for me.” George slapped the table with his hand. “Jack, we’ve done that family a terrible injustice.”

Jackson took that news the way he had all the rest—with a blow that was threatening to overwhelm him. “I can’t grasp any of this.”

George shook his head. “I know, son.”

Jackson didn’t say anything else and George asked, “What are you thinking?”

“I keep wavering between anger and compassion,” Jackson told him. “Emily had to deal with the pregnancy alone. As you said, that couldn’t have been easy. She’s a proud, intelligent woman.”

“Yes,” George agreed.
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