Chapter 134
“In a few days, it’ll be Matthew’s birthday. You’re coming, right?”
Lindey’s words surprised me, reminding me of Matthew's upcoming birthday. Even without her reminder, I wouldn't have forgotten; I maintain a calendar of all the Johnstons' birthdays. Living with them, I strive for perfection, hoping to keep everyone happy.
I wasn't treated as an outsider, but I still walked on eggshells, constantly fearing a misstep might diminish their regard for me.
Lost in thought, I hesitated to answer. Lindey added, “Rea, you know we’ve always considered you our daughter. We’ve always appreciated your gifts and well wishes. If you don’t come this year, Matthew will be very disappointed.”
I hadn't planned to attend, though I'd arranged for a gift to be delivered. Her direct question made it difficult to refuse, especially with Jace's recent erratic behavior. I worried he might cause a scene at the Johnston house, perhaps even attempting something inappropriate.
But refusing would likely lead to a barrage of reasons why I should attend. So, I reassured her, “Lindey, of course I’ll be there.”
“That’s good. I was worried. Matthew wouldn’t enjoy his birthday without you,” Lindey said, her tone conveying some pressure.
I remained silent. She continued, “We’ve already scolded Jace for his recent behavior. He hasn’t bothered you again, has he?”
That almost made me laugh. They seemed unaware of Jace's recent antics. Were they truly oblivious, or feigning ignorance?
I chose not to doubt them. They’d always been kind, so I simply said, “No, he hasn’t.”
Even if I confessed Jace's behavior, Lindey would likely scold him over the phone and offer empty reassurances. Jace wouldn't be deterred by a mere reprimand. Once he fixates on an idea, nothing stops him. Lindey's intervention wouldn't prevent his antics. Only direct action on my part could truly address the issue. But with Hayden's refusal to play the role of my boyfriend, this would be significantly more challenging.
“Rea, if he ever bullies you, call me immediately,” Lindey assured me.
“Alright,” I agreed.
“So, you called—did you need something?” Lindey, ever sharp at fifty, shifted the conversation to my concerns.
I glanced at the wilted daisies in my hand. “Lindey, did my parents like daisies?”
“Daisies?” Lindey echoed, then added, “Are you planning to visit your parents? When are you going? Matthew and I could join you; we haven't been in a while, and it would be nice to go together.”
Her words confirmed my suspicions—the daisies weren't from them.
I clutched the flowers tighter. “Lindey, I’m already at the cemetery.”
“Oh, you’re there now?” Lindey’s voice held a note of regret. “Matthew and I were just discussing visiting you when you had time.”
How convenient.
But someone once said, “Ninety-nine percent of coincidences aren’t really coincidences.” Perhaps Lindey was simply prolonging the conversation.
“Lindey, do any of my parents' old friends still remember them or visit their graves?” I asked directly.
A pause followed before Lindey responded, “Did you run into someone you know? Why are you asking this so suddenly?”
“There’s a bouquet of daisies in front of my parents' tombstone. I thought maybe someone had visited,” I explained honestly.