He made a thoughtful noise against my ear. Almost immediately after Dallas moved in with us, we had asked her if she wanted to come live with us instead of staying in her remodeled house all by herself, but we had never talked her into it. She was happy alone and seemed perfectly fine with us going over there to help with things or invite her to dinner. There hadn’t been anything wrong with her. So two years ago, when Dallas found her not breathing, sitting on her couch, we had all been shocked as shit to find out she’d passed away.
Her funeral happened to be the last time we saw Jackson, too. Dallas told me he called him from time to time, but that was all there was between the two of them. It broke my heart a little because I knew Dallas still held out hope that his brother would come around and quit being an asshole, but it hadn’t happened.
Louie cleared his throat way too loudly, and it made me grin and shove away thinking about Miss Pearl and Jackson. I knew exactly who he had picked up that habit from. “Dal, want your present?” he asked him.
“You didn’t need to get me anything, Lou,” the man behind me said.
Louie’s face brightened. “I wanted to,” he said as he grabbed the slim, eight-by-ten-inch package he’d wrapped all on his own a couple of days ago.
I watched as Dallas stepped around me and paused at my side. He took the gift with one hand. If he thought it was weird that the part he wasn’t touching bent toward him, flexible and paper-like, he didn’t comment. He reached forward with his free arm and threw it around Louie’s back, hugging him with a pat as the ten-year-old wrapped both arms around the man who had come to mean so much to him.
“You’re doing presents and you weren’t going to tell me?” Josh’s voice came from behind all of us.
At nearly six feet tall and sixteen years old, he looked a lot older than he was. My Josh. He still hadn’t filled out his height yet, but I knew it was coming; his was all long muscles and a face that was still boyish enough. Still the face of my Joshy Poo. He elbowed Dallas as he went between me and the man who had stopped being his Select coach two years ago, and put an arm over my shoulders. “What’d you get?” he asked him, knowing damn well what his little brother was giving him.
That was the second thing I’d asked Louie to do when he’d come to me: talk to his brother and let him know what he was planning. I thought Josh had been hurt for maybe a day once he found out, but we’d talked about it, and he’d come to peace with it. He got it.
The other person I had told Louie to talk to was my mom. Over the years, she had warmed up to Dallas a lot which wasn’t surprising. He was perfect, why wouldn’t she grow to love him once she gave him a chance? But what Louie wanted to do had the potential to send my mom over the tipping point. I wasn’t positive what exactly was said between the two of them during their conversation, but whatever it was, Louie was still going through with his plans. I figured it couldn’t have gone that badly.
Dallas elbowed him back as he flipped the gift over, his fingers going to the creased, taped edges and plucked at them. “I don’t know.”
I pinched my lips together and looked back and forth between Louie and Dallas as he opened his gift. This was going to change both of their lives, but for me, nothing at all would be different.
I watched as Dallas frowned a little as he tore the paper off the stack of papers Louie had wrapped up. He flipped them over, right side up, and his forehead scrunched up as he read the print.
Seconds later, he glanced over at Louie and his throat bobbed. Seconds after that, he turned to me with those hazel eyes wide, and his throat bobbed again. Then he turned his attention back to the papers and mouthed the words he was reading before he brought his hands down to his hips, papers clutched in one hand, and let out a deep, deep breath.
His eyes were watery. He blinked a whole bunch of times. The tip of his tongue went to his upper lip and he let out another deep breath.
Dallas glanced at me and raised his eyebrows again before facing Louie once more and stated in a broken voice, “Lou, I would adopt you a thousand times over, bud. Nothing would make me happier.”
I’d blame the hormones for how I burst into tears the second Louie rushed into Dallas’s arms, but honestly, it wasn’t the hormones at all.
All I could think about as I stood there was that sometimes life gave you a tragedy that burned everything you knew to the ground and changed you completely. But somehow, if you really wanted to, you could learn how to hold your breath as you made your way through the smoke left in its wake, and you could keep going. And sometimes, sometimes, you could grow something beautiful from the ashes that were left behind. If you were lucky.
And I was a really, really lucky bitch.