Chapter 59 Abigail

Chapter 59 Abigail
  Liam
  The ride to my house was silent. Maya just stared out the window while the wind played with her hair.
  I kept glancing at her occasionally. I had a question, but it could wait. She didn’t look fine, and I wasn’t going to bombard her with questions.
  Maria had contacted me. When she gave me Maya’s new contact, we exchanged numbers too because I wanted her to keep me posted on anything important about Maya.
  I needed to know she was okay. Especially since she was pregnant and after the accident.
  I was surprised when I got a text from her saying Maya was heading to her parents’. And from the urgency in her text, I knew it was serious.
  And come on, they ended on bad terms after that dinner. I blamed myself for it.
  If I wasn’t in the picture, she’d still be on talking terms with her family. Even though they weren’t doing a lot of good for her, it was better than having no one.
  I was extremely grateful to Maria and her girlfriend for the past months.
  I pulled into the compound as the gates opened.
  A wave of nostalgia hit me. My eyes caught a small movement from Maya, which I guessed she remembered too.
  We had fun. Coming home to her was the best thing that had ever happened to me in a long while.
  I hadn’t been here since our… splitting. She was the last one here.
  “Hey.” I called quietly after I turned the ignition off. She shifted away from the window, settling into the seat and just staring at nothing.
  I exhaled as I sank into my seat. “We can stay here if you want.”
  She said nothing, and it was driving me crazy. I knew we weren’t on good terms. I wasn’t even expecting her to come home with me, but… I needed to know. I needed to know what was going through her head.
  I wanted to comfort her. When she broke down in my arms, my heart shattered. For her. For us.
  “It smells nice in here,” she whispered.
  I hummed. “You think?” I mumbled, stealing another glance at her. She shifted.
  “Why were you at the house?” she asked, and I gave a small shrug even though my palms grew clammy.
  I couldn’t sell out Maria. I couldn’t afford ruining her relationship with Maria.
  “I was driving past,” I stated. She chuckled, but it was humorless. Dry, even.
  “I’m supposed to believe that, yeah?” She turned to me, brown eyes watching me intently.
  “It’s believable,” I gave her a weak smile. She dropped her eyes.
  “Of course.”
  She said nothing after, and I pressed my lips together.
  “Why were you there? Did something happen?” I asked because I was genuinely worried for her.
  “I went to say hi,” she said flatly, and my lips tugged up. Touché.
  “That’s my girl.”
  “Come on,” I nudged her lightly. It almost cracked a smile out of her, but she was fighting it.
  “I went to say hi. Believe me,” she muttered, rubbing the tip of her nose before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
  “I’ve never seen a ‘hi’ that ended in tears.” I pointed out, and she nodded.
  “And I’ve never seen someone just randomly driving around town. Especially when they were in the countryside,” she retorted.
  I ran my fingers through my hair and chuckled. She wasn’t going to drop this, was she?
  I caught a faint smile tugging at her lips before it disappeared as quick as it had come. It made me feel sick.
  I’d done that. Stole her joy, ruined her life.
  I dropped my gaze, staring at my pants and flicking off flints of dust that weren’t even there.
  “Fine. I was told you were headed to town, so here I am.” It was not the whole truth but not a lie either.
  She pursed her lips together for a second, probably contemplating whether to believe me or not. I hoped for the former.
  “Well, I’m not adopted.” She said, and I blinked.
  “That’s… wow.” I breathed. What do you say to something like this?
  “The man I’d thought of as my dad my whole life was actually my uncle.” She muttered, rubbing the tip of her nose again. “He’s the brother to my biological father.” She sucked in a breath and bit her lips.
  “Jenny’s your cousin,” I whispered. This was an entire plot twist.
  She gave a bitter smile.
  “They were never going to tell me. They were going to make me think I was adopted and never a Caldwell.” Her voice broke lightly.
  “I wouldn’t have known my parents were drug dealers and that my dad died in the process of a delivery.” A tear ran down her cheek.
  I sat up straighter. This was sounding a little too familiar.
  “My mother was imprisoned when she was caught trying to smuggle drugs through me.” She stared at me, her eyes red and filled with tears. “I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t get that text.”
  “Someone out there knows me more than I know myself and…” she trailed off as her words turned into sobs. Broken sobs.
  I was pale. My blood ran cold.
  It wasn’t a damn stranger who texted her. I had an idea who was behind it.
  Fucking Abigail and her mother.
  How were they able to contact her? Disguising as someone random.
  I pulled her into me as she cried her eyes out again. I felt bad.
  Not because of Abigail, but because she had no idea. It was worse than this.
  That her life was going to take a new shape once she found out about everything.
  Fuck.