Elias shook his head slowly.
“I tried to come back, Jill. I told my parents I needed to see you myself. That you were carrying my child. But I was weak. Disoriented. And my parents kept saying, ‘You nearly lost your life. Don’t go chasing something that’s already over.’ They said they’d check on you. A few days later, they came back and told me you’d left town. That you were married. That you were gone.”
“Don’t go chasing something that’s already over.”
The field was very quiet except for the river and the wind in the willow branches.
“And you believed them?”
Elias looked at me steadily. “Not completely. But enough. Enough for the hurt to become distant. And the distance became years.” He stopped. “I made a choice, Jill. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t. I chose to believe them and I chose not to come back, and I’ve had to live with that every single day since.”
I didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“What brought you back now?” I asked. “After 30 years, what changed?”
“I chose to believe them.”
“A few days ago I was volunteering downtown with a group doing outreach work,” Elias recounted. “There was a Navy group there helping, and I saw a young woman.”
My heart started beating faster.
“She had my eyes and your face,” he revealed. “Something inside me gave way. She left her wallet on a café table when the group moved on. I picked it up to return it. When I opened it, there was a photograph inside.”
I knew what was coming and still wasn’t ready for it.
“You,” Elias then added. “With her. When she came back for the wallet, I asked her name. She said Stacy.”
The sound that came out of me wasn’t a word.
“She had my eyes and your face.”
