Chapter two: Chances, and discoveries.
Ryan walked into Marissa's room, his face covered in stubble from his long flight, before he could say a word, she was in his arms. He excepted the embrace greatfully, and smiled as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank god you're here, it was driving me insane." Marissa said.
"It's been two days sweety, we were apart for eight years." Ryan said with a slight laugh.
"Let's get out of here, Hawaii is so beautiful." Marissa said holding Ryan's hand. They walked down the stairs, and to Ryan's suprise, Jimmy shot him an angry look. Ryan was lead out the door, and wondered why Jimmy was so angry.
Seth had sat down on the side of the road, and just let the cars pass, and tears fall in the pouring rain. He missed his daughter, but more so, he missed his wife. He lit a cigarette, and mirrored his wife's actions exactly, he cried, and smoked. His wet hair blocked his vision, as a little girl walked up to him. "Daddy, you need an umbrella!" Sarah said covering her father with a small pink barbie umbrella. Seth was shocked to see her, and hugged her tightly, the little girl responded to the embrace. Summer came running towards them until she saw Seth. Her hair too was soaked, and hung lifelessly at the side of her face.
"Hi." Seth said as he released Sarah. "If I remember correctly, the last time we saw rain in California, I was in a spider man mask, and hung upside down from the roof."
"Yeah, and I was still 17. Good ol' days huh." Summer said in a sullen tone as she picked up Sarah.
"Are you ready to come home?" Seth asked almost in a plea.
"Not yet Seth...maybe soon, I don't know, I just need to be by myself right now." As she said it, she could swear she heard Seth's heart snap.
"Ok...well I'm ready for you to come, so whenever you're ready, come back." Seth said in a pitchy tone.
"Thanks Seth...Bye." With that, she walked away from him, and he fell on the wet pavement, and grass of the sidewalk.
Kirsten's concern for her boys had led her back to her wine cabinet. She had promised Ryan not to go overboard with it, but she figured another glass wouldn't hurt. As she walked to the cabinet, she tripped over the trash can. "Damn it!" She yelled as her knee collided with the hard tile floor. She started to put stuff back in the basket, then she picked up Carter's letter, and she couldn't put it back this time. When she stood back up, she layed the note on the kitchen island, and got her wine.
Ryan, and Marissa sat on the beach as the sun fell. They held hands, and were talking.
"So, what's up with your dad?" Ryan asked Marissa, who had her head on his shoulder.
"It's not him, it's me, I made the wrong choice Ryan, I shouldn't have left you in the first place." Marissa said kissing him on the cheek.
"No, I mean, he's your dad, he's your family." Ryan said looking in her eyes.
"Well, I love you alot, and I think I should go back to Newport with you."
"I'm here, so let's not think about that." Ryan said putting his grey sweatshirt over her shoulders.
A familiar face caught Marissa's eye. "Ryan...isn't that Theresa's mother?" She said pointing to an older woman.
"I think so." He said standing up and walking in that direction. "Mrs. Santiago! Is that y..." Ryan was silenced by the next sight he saw. Theresa walked up to her mother, holding the hand of an eleven year old boy...with blonde hair.