Wendy Holland
December 22, 2022 12:57 AM
Digging up the past by Wendy Holland
OOC: Gwendolyn and Lyla hanging out over the summer was talked about at the end of the school year-happy to edit if needed. BIC:
Lyla had won the school Challenges, earning her and her team a slot in the Concert. Wendy was proud of her daughter, despite Lyla explaining in her letter that she was pretty sure that her team had scored highly only because of the creativity and teamwork they'd put into the act, rather than any real musical talent. At first, she'd told her mother not to bother coming to the Concert, as she was certain it was going to be horrible, but she'd written again after the last Challenge and had asked Wendy to meet her friends' parents.
Although her knee-jerk reaction had been to say absolutely not, Wendy had gritted her teeth, taken a breath (or several), and complied with her daughter’s request. After all, it wasn’t as though Lyla knew anything about how horrible Wendy’s parents had been.
As it had turned out, Adam Brockert was absolutely fine to talk to- if a little on the quiet side- and his daughter had been a joy to host for the weekend of Lyla’s birthday. Apparently, Gwendolyn’s cousin was also Lyla’s roommate. It had taken Wendy’s guard down in a way she hadn’t expected, which is how she found herself with a pen in her hand, staring at a blank piece of paper.
A growing pile of crumpled up papers filled the wastebasket next to her desk, various greetings written on them.
Dear Ryan; Hi Ryan, remember me? or just plain Ryan; none of them sounded right. What was a person supposed to say to the little brother they’d left behind? Wendy groaned, plunking her forehead onto her desk. It had been over a decade since she’d seen Ryan; how had she let it go so long? He was probably married now, and if their parents had any say in the matter, had at least one heir. Her girls probably had cousins that they didn’t even know about!
That was the thought that prompted Wendy to forego the ‘greeting’ part of the letter and just get to the point. She wanted to see him. She wanted to know how he was doing, what he was doing, what she had missed, and whether there was any room in his life anymore for a big sister who had made some really poor choices.
She held onto the letter for days, making Russell read it over to make sure she didn’t come across as a rambling maniac. She wasn’t even sure if the owl would be able to find him, but she sent it to his last known address- their parents’ manor.
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