Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2) (8 page)

“No, it’s fine. What’s this about?” Dread settles in well aware that we’re going to be talking about a job back in New York. All the reasons I usually have handy to explain why I should stay in Hawaii are escaping me.

“I’d like to talk about your plans first. Are you going to return to school?”

I lean back in my chair, sliding down in my seat. Turning to look him in the eyes, I say, “Um… yes. I missed the deadlines for Yale, and U of Hawaii. I looked into The University of Colorado, but I missed their last admissions deadline by three weeks.”

He’s sitting upright, but his tone is relaxed. “Is that where Mallory attends?”

“Yes.”

“So, it’s more serious than your mother thinks?”

“Yes. I’m considering going back with her.”

“And what does she think about that? I don’t think she can afford to support you.”

When I look at my friends they are staring at me, shocked by my revelation.

Shrugging off the uncomfortable feeling of all eyes on me, I respond the best way I know how. “I haven’t told her that I’d looked into it because I didn’t want her to be disappointed. I don’t want her stressing, thinking she’ll have to support me. I can get a job.”

“Sounds like you’re talking from your heart, but you’re using your head. I think Mallory might be good for you although your mother is not convinced. You should talk to your mother soon because she has strong ideas about your future.” He sits back and looks out at the beach across the street. Just when I think he’s deep in thought, he turns to me and states, “You’re in love with Mallory.” His gaze meets mine. “That’s what you said or rather shouted in the middle of the party last night.”

Feeling awkward, I search for a much needed distraction. But my friends suck and leave me in the hot-seat by acting like they aren’t eavesdropping. I feel my face heat and face him straight on. “I love her, dad.”

He smiles, the corners of his mouth gently edging up, and says, “Well, since you can’t attend school with her, how about earning some money with the promise you’ll enroll somewhere in the spring? I can offer you $125,000 a year starting out as an active Board Member with Office Responsibilities. You can earn $42k by Christmas. That’s a good deal, son.”

“What does ‘Office Responsibilities’ mean?”

“I have to somehow justify a board member receiving a large salary. You’ll work in the office like the rest of us. You don’t have your degree, so I can’t give you clients, but you can train in that time period.” He reaches over and pats my hand. “I want you to seriously consider this job. It’s a solid offer and works well for building your resume. Then in the spring, I expect you to pick a school and graduate. If it’s from Colorado then so be it, but I want you to finish your education.”

It is a really good offer, very generous, and I’m family, carrying on the Ashford name. There are built-in burdens that come along with that title alone.

“Mr. Ashford?” the nurse calls him to her station. “You know by signing, you’re responsible for her bill in full if she doesn’t pay?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” he says with a nod of his head.

“Ashford, as in Evan Ashford?” A filing clerk standing behind the nurse questions.

I step up to the counter as my dad responds, “Yes, that’s my son.”

The clerk looks embarrassed as everyone stares at her. She shakes her head and slams the cabinet drawer closed. “Oh, I’ve just heard the name before… must be from the files or something. Sorry to interrupt. Just sounded familiar.”

My dad turns back to the nurse after signing the paperwork.

She tells Sunny she can go and the group starts walking out the door. I start to walk, but pause, unsettled by the clerk’s familiarity with me. My name is trashed in Hawaii, the Ashford name filling the papers and becoming gossip fodder. Usually that doesn’t weigh on me much, my own life feeling protected among my group of friends and hangouts where I’m not judged by my sins. But her eyes told me the lies behind her words. She definitely knows my name and now I’m curious to know why.

Needing answers, I turn back and approach the desk again. “May I speak with you?”

The older nurse in the chair raises her eyebrows at the younger clerk and smiles. The nurse must think I’m flirting with the clerk.

She straightens her scrubs, and says, “Sure,” with a heavy gulp. “It’s time for my break anyway.”

When she walks out from behind the counter, she leads me outside. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“That means you know something about me. Please tell me.”

She steps to the corner of the building. An ashtray pushed up against the building indicates this is where the medical staff smoke. She pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket and lights up.

I watch with trepidation, wondering why she knows me or more specifically, of me. She blows out a big puff of smoke and begins. “I could lose my job for telling you confidential information, but I ran across a file the other day. That’s why I was surprised to hear your name.”

“A file with my name in it?”

She nods. “It was Lani Kalei’s file.”

Exasperation drops my shoulders, and I say, “Yeah, that. I’m sure my name is all over her file.”

She looks around, making sure no other eyes are on us before she speaks again. “I have full access to patient records. I also read the papers after the accident. Lani’s record is sealed, marked confidential. But three days ago, the newly renovated files department opened and we had to re-file all of the old ones into the new department. That file was among twenty others that were re-classified. We had to create a new folder for it because the judge’s request to seal the Kalei file expired three months ago.”

“You mean it’s public?”

“No. No medical file is public, but it’s accessible with the right permissions in place and I’ve seen it since I had to re-organize it. As I said, I could get fired for telling you this, but I know the battle you’ve fought with the press. They made you out to be her killer, but you aren’t.”

“I couldn’t save her,” I say, my head shaking. “I tried though. I tried so hard.”

“You couldn’t have saved her.”

“I should have.”

“I’ve seen the damage this has done to you publicly and I can only imagine how it has affected you privately, so I’m gonna get to the point. Lani Kalei didn’t die from drowning. I saw her death certificate. She had a small tear in one of her heart valves and that is listed as the cause of death. The doctor-on-call’s final diagnosis was clearly written. She didn’t drown.”

“What? I was told…” I close my eyes as my mind drifts back into the darkness of those fatal hours.

“If she had drowned, I believe your CPR tactics would’ve saved her. But, the autopsy report shows the tear had grown, causing the blood to flow backward into her aortic valve and that’s what actually killed her. I think it was just bad timing that she was surfing.”

“What?” My dad’s voice startles us both.

The clerk stubs her cigarette out in the ashtray, visibly shaken as if she’s been busted.

Murphy bumps me from the side as he takes a protective stance next to me.

She stutters as she starts to explain for all of us to hear. “I mean even if Lani would’ve been sitting on a couch watching a movie, she would’ve died that day.” She shifts nervously. “Both she and her family were aware of the tear prior to the accident. She’d seen a doctor in Honolulu the fall before the accident.”

Staring at the pattern of the bricks of the building behind her, my disbelief over the bomb that’s been dropped hits me hard. “No way! She would’ve told me. No way. Noah would’ve said something.” I look her in the eyes. “They sued me,” I say, needing my dad to make sense of this for me. “They took us to court because I let her drown. They blamed me. I blamed me. How is this possible?”

Realization weighs on my dad and he crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes revealing his own disbelief. “We settled out of court.” When he looks back at the woman, questions now fill his eyes.

“I’m wondering if this would have come out if the case would have gone to court,” she says.

After a heavy sigh, my dad looks back to me.

I remain silent, stunned by this revelation.
I didn’t kill Lani.
“I didn’t kill Lani.” Reassuring myself, I say, “I didn’t let her drown.”

“No, man, you didn’t. CPR wouldn’t, couldn’t have saved her,” Murphy adds.

“Damn it!” My father’s face flushes red— angry, but focused. “This can’t be right. This has torn my family apart and destroyed my son.”

The clerk backs up at the sudden action. “I can lose my job,” she pleads.

My fists clench at my side as flames fuel the fire burning in my heart, and I say, “I’m going to fucking kill Noah Kalei.”

“I don’t understand why it’s best
not
to talk to him,” I stomp then stumble on my unsteady legs.

“Because you’re drunk. That’s why. You shouldn’t be all emotional and drunk when you talk to him. You’ll only make things worse. Let’s just go to bed. Get some rest. Things will look a lot different in the morning,” Kate explains, waiting at the door for Sunny.

“Will you guys stay with me?”

Both of their faces soften and Sunny says, “Sure.”

In the dark, Kate says, “It was an accident, you know. I don’t think my brother’s to blame for Lani’s death.” She goes on telling more of the story, more than I’ve heard before.

An accident.
It was an accident where Evan tried the best he could, but walked away from it damaged on the inside. I need to see him, need to talk to him. I jump out from between Kate and Sunny, my legs tangling in the covers, and trip to the floor, hitting my head on the bed frame.

With my hand pressed firmly against my head, I sit up in pain.

Sunny rushes down next to me. “Are you okay?” she asks, gently moving my hand away for a closer look. “You need to be careful. You’re still a bit bruised around the old stitches.”

“I don’t know…that was…” The words jumble around my head.

Kate grabs my arm, pulling me back onto the bed. “Sit for a minute. You’re in no condition to—”

Scrambling out of her arms and into the bathroom, I vomit, feeling my stomach convulse. A minute later, Sunny sits next to me and rubs my back as Kate pulls my hair into a rubber band, knotting it on top of my head, both of them silent.

I feel horrible and I only want this nightmare to end. After another thirty minutes of heaving, my body is feeling better and the girls leave and go to bed. I’m relieved to have a moment to myself. I can’t seem to get my thoughts straight and I’m still spinning a little when I close my eyes, needing to rest. I’m exhausted, but I want to talk to Evan.
He said ‘I love you’
. But he didn’t say it. He yelled it for the whole world to hear.

Using my arm as a pillow to cushion my head, I lean on the side of the tub. My eyelids are heavy and I can’t muster enough energy to move my weakened body.

I wake up with a start, my body aching from the uncomfortable sleeping position. Other than the pain I’m feeling, Evan consumes my thoughts. I push up off the tub and use the wall to help me balance. Unsteady on my feet, I walk down the quiet hallway, my hands on the wall as I tiptoe, careful not to wake anyone. I rummage through the living room looking for my purse but don’t find it then check the kitchen without any luck either. After filling a glass with water, I rinse my mouth thoroughly before drinking more down slowly.

Reality sets in as I stare out the window over the sink. I lost my boyfriend
and
my damn phone tonight. I want to cry, my world not crumbling but crashing around me. The revving of an engine draws my attention to the front of the house. I hurry the best I can, opening the front door only to find Murphy, Zach, and a dust cloud in the driveway.

“Was that Evan?” I ask, desperate to know.

“Yes,” Zach answers calmly.

I hurry down the steps and shout his name, but the taillights fade into the night, the car too far to chase. Turning around with my hands on my hips, I demand, “He was here to see me?”

“Yes.” Zach’s cool demeanor is frustrating, and pisses me off.

“Why didn’t you let him?” I say with tears filling my eyes again. My eyes burn and I can barely see they’re so swollen from all the crying I did earlier.