Here With Me (10 page)

“I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when Julianne finds out about Evan now.”

The therapist leans forward as if she’s intrigued in my soap opera life. “She doesn’t know?”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t believe she does. He… Evan said he wasn’t ready to see her yet.”

“And do your parents know?”

“Yes, they do. I called my mom because… because this whole situation seems so wrong and unrealistic. I need her to get answers.”

Her hand moves fast over her sheet of paper. I can only imagine what she’s putting down.
This family needs help!!!! This woman is bat-shit crazy.
I’m sure the list will be endless and I’ll never get out of here. I have no doubt that I’ll leave here with an itinerary of extensive therapy not for only me, but also for my family.

“How did your parents react to the news that Evan had died?”

“My dad was hurt. I’ve only seen him cry a few times in my life. I called him first because I needed him. He came right over, and I didn’t even have to tell him. He just knew. He held me while I sobbed in his arms. He knew what it felt like, he’s lost friends before, but this time it was like losing his son.

“He had once said to me that he didn’t want me to marry into the military because he wanted me to experience a different life, but he understood that you can’t help who you fall in love with. I didn’t look at it as a military to non-military issue, I was in love with Evan and this was his job. I accepted that and was proud of him.

“My parents were proud of him too, and they let him know all the time. Evan’s death hit them hard. Their daughter didn’t just lose her fiancé, they also lost a son. My dad may have been a hard ass and strict, but he had respect for the twins and was especially close to Evan.”

“A lot of family time, I’m gathering?”

“All the time, at least when Evan was home. Sunday dinners and weekend picnics were the norm. If Evan was just returning, my mom threw a big party for him. We’d all be together, Nate, Julianne and Livvie included. My parents made them feel welcomed and my mom even tried to set up Julianne with an officer from base, but she wasn’t having it. She said that she wasn’t lonely while she was still raising a teenage daughter.”

“You mentioned earlier that things are strained with you and Julianne?”

“Yes, ever since Evan’s funeral. I had hoped that things would change when EJ was born, but they didn’t. Well, it did for EJ, but not for me. Julianne is close with EJ, and she tolerates me as his mother. I think that I’m a reminder or something. When Nate decided to reenlist, she berated me something fierce. She told me that I was taking her last son away from her. Sometimes I think she says things to EJ to make him question Nate’s uniform.”

“How is your mom with EJ?”

“Oh, EJ is her world. Since moving to California my dad fishes a lot, and when EJ was little, he kept him during the day and they’d do manly things, but my mom would take him on the weekends. They do everything together. She’s taught him how to garden and make jam. They’ll go apple picking in the fall, and she’ll take him on base to show him off. He has his own set of NWU’s that he wears proudly. EJ is grandma’s angel. I know she wants more grandchildren and thought that Nate and I would expand our family, but now… well, now I’m not so sure that’s going to happen.”

“How do your parents feel about Nate?”

“My dad isn’t as close to Nate as he was to Evan, but he still treats him fairly. They’ve been to sporting events, fishing trips, father-son stuff, but it’s not the same, and Nate knows that. I think my dad doesn’t want to get close. Fear has set in that one day Nate may not come back from a mission and we’ll all be broken-hearted again. I’m not sure how many people you have to lose before you stop caring, but I think my dad is there at least. I could be there too.”

“And your mother?”

“She’s impartial. She wants to see me happy. She wants EJ to grow up with a strong family background. They’re not joking when they say it takes a village to raise a child because it does, especially when you feel broken and beaten down. I depend a lot on my mom, not only to teach me, but to guide me into motherhood. I’m not sure how single parents do it. I commend them though. I have a whole army of people ready and willing on a moment’s notice to drop what they’re doing to help me.”

“Army?” she questions with a raised eyebrow.

For the first time I can feel myself smile. “Bad pun, sorry,” I say, jokingly. Maybe this will help, but then again maybe not. A little glimmer of hope can go a long way though.

“LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR
return home.”

I scoff and pull the chair away from her desk, harder than I wanted, but it earns me an inquisitive look. This is another subject I don’t want to talk about. The most anticipated return home turning into the most epic failure of all.

“Really not something I want to talk about.”

She folds her hands, much like the principal used to do when I had to report to his office. This is their “calm” look. She’s calmly going to tell me this is for my own good and that the sooner we get this out in the open the sooner we can – or I can – move on. Ryley apparently didn’t have any problems moving on.

“We landed; no one was there to greet us. I got a cab ride home. End of story.”

The doctor leans back in her chair, rocking slightly before sighing. “I know this has to be the hardest question for you, Evan. Just remember the goal.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. Never in the years that I’ve been in combat did I experience something so heartbreaking and demoralizing as the day we came home.

“It was raining when we landed. As soon as the C-130 touched down, we were out of our jump seats before the engine was shut off. Coming home from deployment is sometimes met with little to no fanfare. There are times when we get the job done, and bam, we’re right back home and in time for dinner. Other times, the wives, girlfriends and kids are there with their banners and balloons.

“When my unit returned from Afghanistan, the welcoming party was top notch. The San Diego State marching band was there. Speeches were given. We had refreshments, the whole nine-yards. What people don’t realize is that while the party is nice, we just want to be home. We want to acclimate to our surroundings. We want to kiss our women good and proper. We want to scratch our balls without the TV cameras watching us.

“Anyway, when we stepped off, nothing. Our CO had been on the bird with us and he literally patted us on the back and said ‘
see you at 0800 for debriefing.
’ We watched, dumbfounded, as he got into a car and drove off. He just left us there. It’s a pretty shitty feeling returning home after being gone for six years to find no one waiting for you and your CO not care how you were getting back home.”

“What’d you do?”

“Stood there, scratching our heads, wondering why there were taxis waiting for us.”

“Did you find it odd that your…” she pauses and looks over her notes. “Your CO, as you call him, left you there?”

“At the time, it didn’t really cross my mind. I was too excited to be back home.”

“Any strange looks from when you were on base?”

Now that I’m sitting here, and she’s brought up the idea that maybe the Navy is responsible, her question makes all the sense in the world.

“That’s another thing,” I add, “that strikes me as odd. We were dropped off on an empty airfield with taxis waiting to take us back to base. No one was there to collect our weapons. We had a full arsenal, and we were in the middle of nowhere. I felt like we were in a ghost town.”

“In hindsight, you were the ghost,” she says quietly.

“Apparently so,” I answer quietly. It’s a hard pill to swallow knowing that your family and friends thought you died. They mourned you, they moved on the whole time you’re fighting to free children from sex trafficking.

“And when you saw Ryley?”

“I need a break,” I say quickly before standing. “I need…”

“It’s okay, Evan. The bathroom is right there.” She points to the door adjacent to her office. My strides are long, with my steps pounding into the carpet. I open the door and step into the bathroom. It’s small and confined, but perfect for a one-person office. I lean my head against the tiles and bask in their coolness. I didn’t feel flush out in the room, but I definitely do now. I want to understand how everything became so screwed up. Who dropped the ball and why? Why weren’t more units dispatched and why were we sent to an east coast territory? None of this is adding up or making sense. River was correct to have doubts. We should’ve expressed them before we left, but we didn’t. We accepted our orders, assumed our brothers on the other units were tied up and went to do our jobs.

This doctor shows me doubt, and I hate that. I’ve never questioned the Navy or my job. I’m proud of what I do, but now I’m second-guessing this mission and why it took so long with the extraction. We went for one package that we sealed and delivered. We should’ve been on that chopper heading back with it. Instead, we were picking up the pieces of destroyed lives and for what? That’s what I want to know. How could someone do this to us?

When I come out, the doc is watering her plants. She looks at me and smiles reassuringly as she puts down the pitcher and takes a seat.

“Are you ready to continue?”

I nod, even though I’m more eager to beat my feet back to the base and find out what the hell is going on. I need to find Raskin, too. I haven’t seen him since we returned and he has to know something’s up. Did he have a bunk ready? Was there any preparation? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen my CO all week either. River, McCoy, Raskin and I need to put our heads together and figure this shit out.

“Are we almost done?” I ask, looking at the clock before she can answer me. It seems that time has come to a complete standstill, the big hand barely ticking off the minutes. I’m emotionally drained. I have been all week, but today is really taking it all out of me.

“You were going to tell me what happened when you saw Ryley for the first time.”

“Right,” I mumble as I think back to where I left off. “Um… yeah so we took a cab. River and McCoy don’t live far from us so they got out first. When the driver pulled up, I peered out the window, looking at the two-story home that we bought together and thought, ‘wow, she’s done an amazing job,’ not that I didn’t think she would, because Ryley is beyond amazing. She makes it… or made it easy to be a SEAL. Her support has always been unwavering, very solid. Again, it didn’t escape my notice that, again, the banners were missing. No ‘Welcome Home’ sign and the lack of people confused me.

“Of course, I didn’t have my keys so I had to sit on the swing and wait. Funny thing is, now that I’m sitting here talking about it, it didn’t occur to me that River and McCoy were lacking the same fanfare. The only thing on my mind in that moment was seeing Ry and meeting my son. I knew the pictures I had been receiving didn’t do him justice, and I wanted to hold him.”

“I’m sorry, Evan, I don’t mean to interrupt, but did you say pictures?”

“Yeah, each time we’d meet at a rendezvous for supplies and to extract more children, we’d get care packages, letters and photos from home. McCoy and I are the only ones with kids and that had to be the worst thing, watching our children grow up in photos. But now that I’m saying it out loud, I know that those packages didn’t come from Ryley. None of it makes sense.”

The doc shakes her head slowly and scribbles across her notepad. “Evan, I hope that you see there is something very mysterious about your deployment.”

“I’m starting to, yes.”

“Please continue.” Her hand moves in a circular motion as she speaks.

“Ryley pulled up and got out of her car with a bag of groceries in her hand. I stood and watched her as she realized that someone was on the porch. She looked at me, her expression unreadable. The bag dropped, and my reflex was to catch it. I flew down the stairs, and she gasped, stopping me dead in my tracks. I smiled, and it felt like the first day I met her all over again… until it didn’t.

“‘Hey, Ry.’”
My voice cracked, ya know because I hadn’t seen her in so long.
“‘I’m home.”’
It was when I reached for her that I knew something was wrong. Her eyes filled instantly with tears, and I thought, why isn’t she jumping into my arms? Why isn’t she kissing me all over?”

“‘Who… what…?’”
She started shaking her head, and I tried to step forward, but she held her hand up.
“‘Don’t, please don’t'.’”

“‘I don’t understand, Ryley. I know I’ve been gone a long time, but I’m home now.’”

“‘No, you don’t understand. You’re dead to us… to me… who…? How are you here right now?’”

“Her words threw me back ten steps. I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about, and she kept repeating over and over again that I was dead and not supposed to be there. I stood in the yard, watching her fall apart but she wouldn’t let me help her. She wouldn’t let me touch her.

“It’s when she started wiping her eyes that I saw her ring. It wasn’t the one I had bought, the one that I had saved a year for. This one was different. I knew then that she had given herself to someone else.”