Chapter 27 Drowning
Chapter twenty-seven
Drowning
Chambao was beautiful. On a normal night I would have been scouting the best lighting for a photo op, but pictures were the last thing on my mind as I sat across from Stella.
Even angry I had to admit how beautiful she was.
We looked a lot alike, but she was shorter, which had me wondering for the thousandth time if I got my height from my father.
Whoever he was.
I watched her adjust the silk of her dress, her movements polished and controlled.
It was a far cry from the woman I’d seen at the cenote, arguing with me in the jungle with sweat on her forehead and her composure completely gone.
Here she had put herself back together, and that annoyed me more than I could explain.
She picked up the menu, her eyes scanning the gold rimmed pages. “The octopus is supposed to be incredible here. We should start with that and maybe the wagyu tacos.”
“I didn’t come here to talk about the menu, Stella. You can skip the octopus and the pleasantries.”
“Sis, chill,” Nel said, his voice low but firm. He looked between us, his jaw set. “She’s here. We’re here. Let’s just get to know her.”
I snapped my head toward him. “You’re the one that wanted her here, so you get to know her. The only thing I want to know is why she left and who is my father.”
Wendell looked between us and seemed to think better of whatever he was about to say. He leaned back instead and picked up his water glass, letting Stella handle it.
Nel looked at Stella directly. “I was under the impression Deuce and Whitley would be here tonight. That’s the only reason I agreed to come and the only reason I tricked Nique into coming. Where are they?”
“They’re at the resort,” Stella whispered. “I thought it was best if just the adults talked first.”
“Well, the adults are talking,” I said. “So talk. Which question do you want to answer first, the ‘why did you leave’ or the ‘who is my father’?”
It wasn’t a question. It was a demand that had been sitting in my chest for over twenty years and I was done carrying it.
The table went silent. The music and laughter from the surrounding tables felt like it belonged to another world entirely. Stella set her wine glass down slowly, her knuckles tight against the stem. She looked at the tablecloth for a long moment then picked up the menu again.
“I think we should order something before we get into anything heavy. It’s easier to talk when you’re not—”
“Stella.” My voice was flat.
She set the menu down.
“I just think that maybe we could ease into it,” she said, straightening her napkin in her lap. “We’re in a beautiful place and we finally have time together and I don’t want the whole night to be—”
“You know what,” I said, pushing my chair back and looking at Nel. “I can’t do this. I’m in full support of you getting to know her. I really am. But I personally cannot sit here and do the fakeness. I’m going to catch a cab back to the resort. You enjoy dinner.”
I reached for my clutch.
“You are not catching a cab in Mexico by yourself,” Stella said, her voice sharpening instantly.
I looked at her. “Lady, what part of it’s too late to play mama do you not understand? You ain’t gave a fuck all this time. Don’t start now.”
“Nique.” Nel’s voice was a warning.
“Nique, you’re angry and I get it,” Stella said, leaning forward, her composure cracking at the edges. “But be rational. You are a beautiful woman in a mini dress in a foreign country that has a very high trafficking rate. Please do not walk out of here alone.”
I let out a short sharp laugh. “You’re being dramatic. Nothing is going to happen to me.” I stood up fully, smoothing my dress. “And even if something did, you could just do what you’ve been doing your whole life. Pretend I don’t exist.”
Stella’s face crumpled.
“That is not what happened,” she said, her voice dropping so low I almost didn’t hear it over the music.
“Then tell me what happened,” I said, still standing, my clutch in my hand. “Right now. No easing into it. Tell me why you left your children or I am walking out that door.”
The table was completely still. Wendell had his eyes down. Nel was watching Stella with an intense expression.
Stella looked up at me and what I saw there stopped me from moving toward the door. It wasn’t the polished composed woman who had been adjusting her dress all night. It was something underneath all of that. Something raw and old and very afraid.
“Sit down, Nique,” she whispered. “Please.”
I sat, but I kept my clutch in my hand.
Stella looked at the tablecloth for a long time.
Wendell reached over and covered her hand with his and she stared at it like she was drawing strength from the contact.
When she finally spoke her voice was barely above a whisper and it didn’t sound like a speech.
It sounded like something being pulled out of her against her will, one word at a time.
“I’m not sure who your father is,” she said, and the pain behind those words was quiet and enormous.
“When I was young I didn’t always make the best decisions.
I was discovering myself, being reckless, doing what a lot of young girls do when they first get a taste of freedom.
” She paused. “I met a guy at a party. We were drinking and dancing all night and when he asked me to come home with him I said yes. I knew what I was agreeing to. I wanted to go.”
She stopped. Her thumb moved back and forth across the tablecloth.
“We got to his place and his roommates were there and we kept drinking and then I got sick. He took care of me. Held my hair, got me to his room, and I remember thinking he was so sweet.” She swallowed hard.
“By that point I didn’t really want to do it anymore but I also felt like I had already made the choice by going there.
So I just let it happen. I was too sick and too dizzy to do much else. ”
Another long pause. Wendell’s hand tightened over hers.
“I could have lived with that part,” she said quietly. “What I couldn’t live with was that somewhere in the middle of it I became aware that it wasn’t just him anymore.”
She stopped. Her hand went still under Wendell’s.
“I was drunk but I wasn’t gone. I knew what was happening. I just couldn’t stop it.”
The table went completely silent.
Nel sat forward slowly, his voice careful and disbelieving. “Wait.” He looked at Stella. “Are you saying his roommates raped you?”
Stella nodded. No words. Just tears streaming steadily down her face without her making any move to wipe them.
I felt the floor drop out from under me. The restaurant kept going around me, glasses clinking, music playing, somebody laughing at the table behind us, and I wanted to stand up and scream at all of them because none of them had any idea what was happening at this table right now.
“How many,” Nel said, his voice rising before he could stop it. He caught himself and pressed his hand flat on the table, his jaw tight. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”
“It’s alright,” Stella said, her voice hollowed out from years of carrying it. “There were three in all.” She looked at us both. “And I don’t know which one is your father. I don’t even know two of their names.”
The silence that followed was the loudest thing I had ever heard.
Stella reached for her wine glass then seemed to think better of it and pulled her hand back.
She just sat there with her tears falling quietly, not performing grief, just living inside it the way you do when something has been sitting on your chest for years and you finally let someone see the weight of it.
Nel pushed back from the table slightly, not leaving, just needing an inch of space. He was staring at the candle in the center of the table and I could see him doing what I was doing, trying to build a new version of himself out of information he had never asked for and couldn’t give back.
I thought about every mirror I had ever stood in front of.
Every time I had searched my own face trying to find somebody familiar in it.
I had always assumed my height came from a father who just didn’t want us.
A deadbeat. A man who made a choice to walk away.
That version of the story had hurt but it had made a certain kind of sense.
This version meant there was no face to put to the question.
No name. No person to aim my anger at. Just a night that nobody chose and everybody survived differently.
“Grandma knew all of this?” I asked finally, my voice coming out smaller than I intended.
Stella nodded. “She was the only one I ever told. She held me together when I had nothing left to hold onto.”
“And she still made you keep us,” Nel said. It wasn’t accusatory. It was just the reality of it laid flat.
“She told me that God doesn’t make mistakes even when men do,” Stella said, a bitter edge behind the words.
“She said that you two were the light coming out of a very dark tunnel. That’s what she called you.
Her light.” She shook her head slowly. “And she was right. But she didn’t have to look at you every day and fight through what I was fighting through.
She loved you with her whole heart and it came easy for her.
For me it was the hardest thing I ever did and I wasn’t strong enough to do it the way you deserved. ”
“So you left,” Nel said.
“So I left,” she said. “And I have hated myself for it every single day since.”
The three of us sat in that for a while. Wendell didn’t speak. He just kept his hand over Stella’s and let the table breathe.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me tonight,” Stella said eventually, looking between us. “I’m not even asking you to understand it. I just needed you to know the truth. You deserved the truth a long time ago and I was too much of a coward to give it to you.”
Nel stood up. “I need some air,” he said quietly, and walked away through the crowded tables without looking back.
I watched him go and then looked at Stella.
Her face was still wet, her composure completely gone, and for the first time in my life she didn’t look like the villain I had spent years building her into.
She just looked like a woman who had been through something that should have broken her, and it almost did, and the almost was what had cost us everything.
Part of me wanted to take her hand.
The other part wanted to follow Nel out the door.
I did neither. I just sat there, trying to figure out what to do with the truth I had spent my whole life demanding, only to realize I had no idea how to navigate it now.