Delia
By Mary Lynn
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Delia Reddick has become quite skilled at keeping people at arm's
length. She learned it from her parents, Savannah, Georgia's most
ruthless attorney, Greyson James Reddick IV and his rebellious
wife, Charlotte Ann. A successful editor for one of New York's
most prestigious publishing firms, Delia has managed to put her
past behind her. That is, until Oliver calls. "Your mother has passed,
Delia. Your father needs you now."
Returning to Savannah, Delia focuses on the task of burying
her mother, discovering in the process that neither Charlotte nor
Greyson are the parents she thought she knew. Confronted with the
truth of her family's past, it is up to Delia to reveal a secret Charlotte
kept hidden to the one person who scares her, and in doing so,
learning a bit of truth about herself and what it means to forgive.
Mary Lynn
Mary Lynn has worn many hats—secretary, certified nursing assistant, and retail manager, among others—but none has meant as much to her as writer. After earning a bachelor’s degree in management, she took a bold step in pursuit of her dream of becoming a full-time writer in 2012, applying and gaining acceptance to the Master of Fine Arts Program in Creative Writing at Fairleigh Dickinson University. There she honed her craft, and shortly after graduation in 2015, realized her dream. These days, she spends her time writing and researching her first novel, due to be completed later this year. Residing in northern Illinois, Mary Lynn is married and enjoys spending time with her husband, three grown children and four grandchildren.
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Delia - Mary Lynn
Delia
Mary~Lynn
For everything that is hidden will eventually be brought into the open, and every secret will be brought to light.
—Mark 4:22
To my granddaughters
Zoey Lynn
Arianna Jeanne
Emelie Quinn
Elena Marie
To thine own self be true...
I would like to express my deepest gratitude to those who saw me through the creation process; to those who offered support, encouragement and suggestions and who offered their help to read, critique, edit and polish.
I would like to thank Dawn Johnson for the wonderful writing prompt that inspired this story as well as her tireless support in all things writing. I would like to thank Barbara Berney for her wisdom in grammar, her patience in my lack and her encouragement through the process.
I would like to thank my husband, Tony for his long suffering during the endless hours of writing and editing. Last and certainly the most important, to my Savior for giving me the strength to tell this story.
Delia Copyright
© 2017 by Mary Lynn. All Rights Reserved.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
Cover designed by Barbara Berney Design Consultants
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Mary Lynn
Visit my website at www.marylynn743.wordpress.com
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing: Oct 2017
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ISBN-9781549986147
Chapter One
And you, fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.
—Ephesians 6:4
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Delia yawned and pulled into the long, winding drive for the first time in nearly fifteen years. Your mother has passed, Delia. Your father needs you. She’d hung up the phone and cried. Your mother has passed. Her reaction had been unexpected, like a tremor starting deep within her, cracking the very foundation of her carefully constructed life. Highest in her class at Sarah Lawrence, editor at one of New York’s top publishing firms, she didn’t fall apart easily. Yet, she’d been rattled, as though she’d awoken from a dream to find that nothing was as it seemed.
She rubbed the back of her neck, an attempt to release the incessant cramping in the long muscles that ran along the sides and into her shoulders. They had started before she’d even boarded the plane. She’d tried to talk herself out of the flight to Savannah. Work was piling up, Dalton was growing more distant by the day and she really didn’t need this right now. Still, she found herself, where she sworn she’d never return to bury a woman she barely knew.
Your father needs you. Yeah, like he could ever need her, or anyone else for that matter. Greyson James Reddick IV never needed anyone. He was what everyone else needed. The tension in her neck tightened.
She sped up, cresting a small hill. The house lay ahead, overlooking a large, placid lake. Even from this distance, it looked different. The Greek Revival manor, columns soaring to a portico over the second floor, stood just beyond a curtain of towering maples draped in wispy Spanish moss. A single light illuminated the wide porch encompassing the length of the house. Suspended from the ceiling, the wrought iron fixture swung slowly back and forth on its black chains, its dim light cold and uninviting. Delia half-expected to see Halloween decorations and a black cat cross her path.
It seemed strange to see the house this way. Her mother’s parties, with every light blazing and jazz music spilling out from French doors thrown wide open, had drawn every social climber for three states. During those times Delia had crept from her room and hidden in the garden, mesmerized by the women—laughing, with men that hovered close by—cocktails held delicately in their hands.
Fireflies flitted in the late August evening air and cicadas sang from the trees, wrenching her back to that time—and that little girl still waiting in the garden. Gravel crunched under the tires as she pulled alongside the steps and slowed to a stop. Putting the car in park, she turned off the ignition and sat for a moment.
You should have come home, Delia. She asked for you until the end.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and climbed out. Memories blew by her on the cool twilight breeze as she walked around the car, the stones smooth under her feet.
Oliver waited for her. He was stooped now, bent with age and years of servitude. His aquiline nose was pinched and prominent in his thin face. Delia choked back a sob at his smile, so warm and welcoming. Slowly, wearily, she ascended the wide steps, grateful for a familiar face.
He’s in the library.
He smiled at her as she tossed him her keys.
Thank you.
Delia followed the carmine Persian runner down the long hallway toward the library. Greyson sat with his back to her as she entered, the only light a low fire in the immense fireplace. He leaned toward it, digging a poker into a log. She waited, not wanting to go any further. She could still turn around and leave.
Delia?
She closed her eyes. Yes, Father.
His large frame had shrunk. The once proud shoulders were now slumped. His thick, black hair had thinned and turned grey.
Come closer.
He motioned for her to approach.
She hesitated.
He jabbed at the log again. Oliver said she asked for you. Why didn’t you come?
She slowly approached him. The light from the flames glinted off the silver whiskers on his unshaven face as he peered up at her. Delia stepped back. A man she barely recognized stared back at her. Eyes rimmed with dark circles searched her face.
She needed you.
She didn’t need anyone.
"She needed you, Delia."
Really? She never showed it.
Why didn’t you come?
Delia took the chair beside him and stared into the flames. I don’t know. Besides, what does it matter now? I’m here, aren’t I?
Greyson reached for her hand, only to draw his own back again as though he were afraid to touch her. How long can you stay?
Just until after the funeral.
So soon?
I have business in New York that can’t wait.
A lame excuse, but the only one she could think of.
How is your life in New York?
Good. It’s good.
An awkward silence fell between them. Listen, I’m really tired.
Of course. Your room is ready for you.
He turned his attention back to the fire. I’m happy you’re home, Delia.
She left him sitting by the fire, the poker still in his hand.
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She pushed the door to her room open. The once large bedroom seemed so small