SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.
Unaware of what has taken place, Andre calls several times, but Kayla refuses to answer. In desperation, he calls Karah and leaves a message. Karah convinces her to return his call, and they work out what Kayla will say. The plan was to tell him the whole truth, from beginning to end. However, when she heard his voice she lost her confidence. Instead she told him that her sudden and prolonged absence was due to this killer flu that was going around. They small talked for awhile and Andre reluctantly ended the call to go to class. Over the next couple of days they played phone tag, and once they did finally connect the conversation was dry. Andre was busy with his internship and Kayla was busy healing her emotional and physical wounds. Every time Andre asked her what was wrong, she told him something different. And at that point, as all lies do, the cover story had begun to have a life of its own.
By the end of that year her distance had taken it’s toll. Andre grew to believe that Kayla had found someone else. And although she assured him that her heart belong still belonged to him and was quick to remind him that he left her and that is was not the other way around, Andre wasn’t buying it. It was the cause of many fights, and each time she tried to tell him the truth, she would lose her nerve again. She knew it wasn’t right, but nothing was anymore. At night, she would alternate between staring at the wall and crying herself to sleep. It had been so long since she’d seen Andre. He didn’t even come home for the holidays that year. Things were falling apart and so was Kayla. It was well into the following semester before Kayla returned to the land of the living, and regained her normal routine. However, unfortunately by the time she did, it was too late.
Back in real time, the phone rings. It breaks her flashback, and she’s is now in the present, taking her bath. Kayla shakes the water from her hands and answers, it’s her mom. “Kayla, why haven’t you been to the house? And, have you met this new boyfriend that Karah is spending all of her time with? Call me back.” She will, but not tonight. Her body has begun to shrivel and she decides that it’s time to bring this ritual to an end. She dries off and makes the necessary steps to her bed, throwing herself upon it, as if to fall through it like Alice. But when she hits her queen-sized bed that was made for a queen, to be occupied by a queen she can’t help but to notice that she isn’t in Wonderland.
As she lay there, she questions if a queen is still a queen, even if she has no king. Channel surfing lands her on a classic, “Love Jones, ” one of Kayla’s favorites. But when the movie goes off, so does her ease. It’s night again, and she can hear the walls breathing. Nevertheless, before she closes her eyes, she kneels beside her bed, and clasps her hands. Now, a women’s prayer is between her and God, but I will tell you this: her prayer seldom changes and always includes one special request.
To be continued…
© LaRonda Moore