“Aren’t lawyers supposed to be good with social cues? Take a hint,” she groaned, rubbing at her eyes.
“I’m more of a straight-shooting kind of guy.” I placed my briefcase between us.
She put the rim of her cup to her lips, nibbling on it. “Is that so? Here’s a truth bomb for you, then—I don’t want to talk to you, Christian. Ever.”
“Why’d you come here today?” I asked, ignoring her words. I didn’t make it a habit to harass women, or even give them the time of day unless they vied for it. But I knew Arya’s defense mechanism was pushing people away—we were cut from the same cloth—and wasn’t completely certain she wanted to be alone right now. “He didn’t even acknowledge you.”
“There was a picture of his penis the size of a movie screen in the middle of the courtroom. A little hard to look your child in the eye after that.”
“Exactly. You can’t possibly believe he’s innocent after that.”
“I’m not sure he is innocent at all.” She set her cup back on the table and spun it with her fingers absentmindedly. “I’m in the reasonable-doubt zone. But you are right. He has been ignoring me. He wouldn’t even take any of my calls.”
“That’s a form of guilt admission.” I grabbed the cup from between her fingers and took a sip. She took her coffee with no sugar and no milk. Just like me. “Which brings me to my original point—why are you here?”
“It’s hard to let go of your only family. Even if said family is horrible. It’s worse than if he’d died. Because if he died, at least I could still love him.”
Being the son of two asshole parents, I could relate.
“What about your mother?” I asked.
“She’s not much of a mother, to be honest. That’s why I think I managed to overlook the glaring signals from Dad. You said you’re not close to your parents, right?”
I smiled tersely. “Not particularly.”
“Only child?”
I nodded.
“Do you ever wish you had siblings?” She propped her chin on her fist.
“No. The less people in my life, the better. What about you?”
“I had a brother,” she mused, staring at the rain, which was coming down harder. “But he died a very long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sometimes I think I will always be a half of something. Never a whole person.”
“Don’t say that.”
I’d never met anyone as whole as you, imperfections and all.
Suddenly, Arya frowned, cocking her head sideways as she studied me. “Wait, are you even supposed to talk to me?”
“You’re not a part of the case anymore. You no longer provide professional services to your father, and your name is not on the witness list.”
Though ethically, my speaking to the defendant’s daughter was unorthodox at best and a dumpster fire at worse.
She arched an eyebrow. “I don’t?”
I shook my head. “He removed all mentions of your company from his websites a couple days after I visited your office. At your request, I assumed.”
Arya’s thickly fringed eyes flared. Obviously, my assumption had been wrong. She shot up to her feet, knocking her coffee over. Brown liquid spilled over the table and floor. She righted the cup with shaky hands. “Have a nice evening, Mr. Miller.”
She slapped the door open, running off to the street. I grabbed my briefcase and followed her, recognizing how goddamn thoughtless I was. At this point, I was begging to get in trouble. Judge Lopez would have every right to dismiss me from the case if he found out what I was doing.
History repeats itself.
“Arya, stop.” I shouldered past the Manhattan evening crowd. Rain came down in sheets on both of us, weighing her crazy hair down. She picked up her pace. She was running. From me. And I was chasing her.
My legs moved faster.
“Arya!” I barked. I didn’t even know what I wanted to say to her. I just knew I wanted to get the last word in. The rain beat down on my face. She halted at an intersection, at a red light. Trapped, she turned around, her posture guarded, like she was ready to pounce. Her green eyes danced in their sockets.
“What? What do you want from me, Christian?”
Everything, and nothing at all.
Your tears, your apologies, your regret, and your body.
Most of all, I want you to remember. What we used to be. And what we can never be anymore.
I ran a hand over my soaked hair. “Why did you stop coming to the pool?”