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The driver offered us an umbrella, which I took gratefully. I opened the door and the umbrella for us, then cuddled Olivia close to keep her dry. She fit so neatly under my arm as we picked our way up the front path. One glance behind us told me Alessandro was parked across the street, and I could just barely see him nod through the quickly picking up rain. A light shone on the left side of the house, and a figure moved back and forth in front of the window.
We approached the door, a heavy, dark-wood affair with no windows, and Olivia knocked with a shaking hand.
A moment passed, then another. My heartbeat began to pick up speed.
“Elena?” I called. “It’s us.”
Olivia squeezed my arm.
Another long moment passed before the door swung open.
*Olivia*
I huddled into Gio to escape the pouring rain and stared into the face of Elena, our surrogate who had been missing for countless hours. She looked exhausted, and the skin around her eyes was puffy in a way I knew meant she had been crying.
Unlike the increasingly fancy dresses she’d been sporting of late, she wore a pair of pink sweatpants that strained to contain her stomach and a loose gray T-shirt that draped off one shoulder. Her mouth fell open as she saw us standing there, and a hint of a blush colored her cheeks.
“How did you…?” she asked.
Emotions warred within me. I’d been so angry with her lately, so isolated in my feeling like she was stealing my husband. But seeing her now, with my baby still safe in her stomach, emotional and unpolished for maybe the first time since we met, the feeling I got when I first saw her in the surrogate agency sprang to the surface once more.
I’d talked a big game to Gio at home, but until that moment, I’d struggled to not feel like his way might be best. As she swiped at her eyes and let her gaze wander between us, I felt like we’d been crying the same tears on different sides of the city.
Gio shook his head. “Friend of a friend. Do you mind if we come in? We’d like to talk.”
Elena opened and closed her mouth a few times, but finally stepped silently back from the door. I entered first, and Gio followed after, shaking off our umbrella and leaving in the front room.
“Um,” Elena said. “I guess we can talk in the kitchen. I just started some tea.”
She took off down a narrow, tiled hall, and I trailed after her. She didn’t seem aggressive, and I saw no signs of the potential violence Gio was worried about. In fact, it looked like a normal home with a cluster of rooms and a few pieces of art on the wall. When we arrived in the kitchen, it had the same terracotta tile floor as the entryway and just enough space for a four-person table in addition to the counter and appliances.
Elena fiddled with a steel kettle on the stove as Gio and I sat.
“It’ll take a second to boil, but, um… do you want any?”
Gio shook his head.
“A warm beverage would be nice in this weather,” I said. “Thank you.”
She nodded jerkily and came to stand next to the chair. “There’s only black tea here.”
I smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
“So…” she said. “What now? You drag me back to the mansion? You tell me you don’t want to see me until I hand over the baby? You bring in a team of lawyers to sue me into oblivion for disappearing?”
I shook my head and spread my hands on the table. “We’re here to talk. Honest. I think we all went into this with good intentions, and it seems like those got lost along the way. I—we want to see if we can get back to a good place.”
She exhaled unevenly. “Really? No swift, punitive action? I saw your cousin outside.”
“I told him to be subtle,” Gio muttered under his breath.
That got a choked laugh out of Elena. “Not so much on the subtle front. For a minute there, I thought you were calling in some kind of mafia hit on me.”
Gio and I exchanged glances and laughed loud and long. After a moment, Elena joined in, and a little of the tension eased. She was making a joke, but she had no idea how close to the truth it was.
She sat. “Okay, let’s talk then. I’ll go first.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I ran away. I really thought I was picking up on something between us, and when you shot me down, I was beyond embarrassed. Literally, the second after it happened, I realized how delusional I must have seemed. I couldn’t face anyone, and I couldn’t come up with another way to handle things, but I bet that was probably really scary.”
She dropped a hand to her stomach, and I let the fear of her disappearance really crash over me for the first time. Tears welled in my eyes and fell quickly. I swiped them away and swallowed, but I couldn’t stop them entirely.
Our baby had disappeared, just like I feared, but here he was, back where I could see and touch him–or at least his safe cocoon. Everything would be okay.
Gio grabbed my hand. “Scary is kind of an understatement. We had no idea where to look, no idea what you were thinking. I thought you might be planning something drastic.”
She buried her head in her hands. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I didn’t want you to find me. I just felt so stupid.” She shook her head. “’Felt,’ ha. I still feel stupid.”
The kettle whistled, and Elena started to stand, but I beat her to it.
“Rest,” I said. “Where’re the mugs?”
She pointed me to a cabinet where I found them, and I poured us two mugs of black tea.
She wrapped her hands around hers quickly, as if she needed the warmth. “Can I just ask one selfish question?”
I bit my lip and looked at Gio. He shrugged at me.
“Okay,” I said finally.
She turned to Gio. “You took me on walks, you learned about my interests, you bought me everything I halfway hinted at wanting. Why did you do that if you didn’t feel anything for me?”
I turned to face him as well. He scrubbed a hand across his face and sighed.
“To be honest, Elena, I thought of it as taking care of the baby,” he said. “I became so focused on that, I forgot to consider how my actions could be perceived from the outside. I’m sorry if I encouraged this, directly or indirectly, at any point.”
She nodded slowly and stared into her mug of tea. “So you really never liked me.”
“I think you’re a charming young woman,” he said. “And I’d like to discuss Rossellini’s work with you sometime, if we can get this back on track. But I never felt anything more than friendship and gratitude.”
Elena swiped away a tear. “Okay. I can handle that. I can get over this.” She turned to me. “I’m not sure I’m ever going to be done apologizing to you for this.”
I bit my lip. This Elena seemed so much more real than any other time we’d spoken, and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I’d spent the last five months in varying states of extreme emotional distress.
I ran my thumb over the chipped handle of my mug. “Can I ask what changed? I really believed we were on a good track at the beginning there.”
She laughed wetly. “I kinda wish I knew. I can’t pinpoint a moment, but I can tell you what happened in my head.” She rubbed her neck. “I’ve always wanted a family, but I’m not in a place where I’m gonna be able to do that any time soon. Forget having a guy in my life; I don’t have the money to support anyone other than myself. My mom can’t retire yet because I can’t help her out. I just got jealous. There you were, a girl just like me, with everything. I thought you wouldn’t mind losing one thing.”
I swallowed heavily. I knew that jealousy, to some extent. In low moments in high school and middle school, I’d caught myself thinking similar things about Dahlia here and there. It was hard, when it felt like the world dealt you a crap hand, not to resent people who had been dealt better ones sometimes.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said slowly. “I know I got really lucky, and I hope you get a break soon. But Gio—and this baby—are everything to me. I could lose the house, the clothes, the money tomorrow, and I’d still be happy if I still had them.”
She shook her head and took a sip of her tea. “You know, I really believe that’s true.”
Gio squeezed my hand, and I smiled up at him.
“So I’m sorry.” She put the mug down but kept her hands around it. “It was a shitty thing to do regardless, and I based it on wrong assumptions and my emotions.”
