Eternally Yours. Brenda Jackson
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thoughts drifted back to the present when she heard a group of fellow attorneys conversing outside of her door. She quickly wiped away the tears that had filled her eyes and released a quivering breath. Just as she had told Lorren a few minutes ago, she didn't have a father.
“Hello.”
“Clayton?”
“Lorren? Is anything wrong?”
“No. I'm glad I was able to reach you before you left the hotel for the airport. Will your flight make a layover in New York?”
“Yes, why?”
“I need to ask a favor of you.”
Clayton Madaris smiled. “Sure. What is it?”
“Will you check on Syneda when you get to New York?”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“I talked to her a few minutes ago, and she's down in the dumps. She lost an important case.”
Clayton frowned. “I'm sorry to hear that. No attorney likes to lose.”
“It wasn't about just winning the case, Clayton. This case was very important to Syneda.”
He glanced at his watch. “All right, Lorren. I'll check on her when I get to New York.”
“Thanks, Clayton. You're the greatest. Next to Justin, of course.”
Clayton laughed. “Of course.”
“By the way, how was the convention?”
“Not bad. I had a nice time.”
Lorren laughed. “Knowing you, I'm sure you did.”
Clayton chuckled. “I'll call you after I've seen Syneda.”
“Thanks.”
“Hold your horses, I'm coming!”
Syneda's nylon-clad toes luxuriated in the deep smoke-gray carpeting as she made her way to the door. A smile touched her lips when she glanced through the peephole. She quickly opened the door.
“Clayton! What on earth are you doing here?”
Clayton stepped into the room and turned to face the attractive light-brown-skinned woman standing before him. Thick, golden-bronze hair fell to the shoulders of her tall and slender figure. She looked cute in a short-sleeved blue blouse and a flowing flowered skirt. Her full lips formed a wide smile that shone in her sea-green eyes.
He returned her smile. “I'm here at the request of Lorren. You know what a worrywart she is.”
Syneda laughed as she took Clayton's hand and led him over to the sofa. She always enjoyed seeing him. He was Lorren's brother-in-law, and since their first meeting a couple of years ago, they had become good friends. The two of them were attorneys and somehow could never agree on various issues, legal or otherwise. They were both extremely opinionated and at times their different viewpoints led to numerous debates and sparring matches at the Madaris family celebrations and holiday gatherings. She had gone head-to-head with him on just about every topic imaginable, from the government's policy on illegal immigrants to whether or not there were actual UFOs.
“Can I get you something to drink, Clayton?”
“No, I'm fine.”
Syneda sat across from him in a chair, tucking her legs beneath her. “Lorren was always the mothering type. Now you would think the kids would be enough. Don't tell me she sent you all the way from Houston to check on me?”
Clayton's attention had been drawn to three framed photographs that sat on a nearby table. One was of Justin and Lorren, their son, Vincent, and daughter, Justina. Another photo showed Dex and Caitlin, with their daughter, Jordan. The last photo was of her foster mother, Mama Nora. He smiled at the photographs before turning his attention back to Syneda to answer her question.
“No, I've been in D.C. for the past three days attending the National Bar Association convention. She knew my flight had a layover here and suggested I look you up.”
“How was the convention?”
“Pretty good. I'm sorry you missed it. Senator Lansing was the keynote speaker, and as usual he kept the audience spellbound.”
Syneda nodded. She knew the one thing she and Clayton did agree on was Senator Nedwyn Lansing of Texas. He was admired by both of them and had a reputation for taking a stand on more unpopular issues than anyone in Congress. “What was this year's convention theme?”
“Law and order.”
“Not very original was it?”
Clayton laughed. “No, not very.”
Syneda smiled. “I know Justin, Lorren and the kids are all doing fine. How's the rest of the Madaris clan?”
Clayton smiled. “My parents are doing great. They're off again. This time the ever-traveling retirees are headed for the mountains in Tennessee.”
He leaned forward in his seat. “Since Christy's home from college for the summer, she went with them,” he said of his youngest sister. “Traci and Kattie and their families are doing all right. With me being their only single brother, they've been playing the roles of ardent matchmakers lately.”
Syneda grinned. “How're Dex and Caitlin?”
“They're fine. The baby isn't due for another six months but Dex is coming unglued already. Since he and Caitlin weren't together when she was pregnant with Jordan, he's really into this pregnancy big-time.” Clayton laughed. “Sometimes I wonder who's really having this baby, him or Caitlin. He swears he's been having morning sickness.” Clayton shook his head. “By the way, you missed Jordan's birthday party.”
“Yeah, and I hated that. Unfortunately I was deeply involved in a case and couldn't get away.” A cloud covered Syneda's features. “We went to court on Monday and lost.”
Clayton noticed the shadow of disappointment in her eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She nodded. She did want to discuss it. Maybe doing so would unleash all the frustration, anger and resentment that had plagued her since the judge's decision. Although she and Clayton usually took opposing sides on most issues, she knew that like her, he was a dedicated attorney, and hopefully on this one he would understand how she felt, even if he didn't agree with the position she had taken.
Syneda took a deep breath. “It was a custody fight. The natural mother gave the child up at birth six years ago. She fought the adoptive parents for custody…and won. That has happened a lot lately, and I don't like the message being sent to adoptive parents. They don't have any protection against this sort of thing under our present legal system.”
Clayton frowned. “In the last two cases that received national attention, I thought the only reason the child was returned to its natural parents was because the natural fathers had not given their consent.”
“True, but in our case the consent was given. However, the biological mother claims that at the age of fifteen, she'd been too young to know her own mind and had been coerced by her parents to give up her child. She contends the contract was between her parents and the Jamisons, and that she wasn't a part of it. How's that for a new angle?”
Clayton shuddered at the thought of a fifteen-year-old giving birth. “You're right. That is a new angle.”
Syneda leaned back in her seat. “As far as I'm concerned, the real issue is not why she gave up the child. No one seems concerned with what's best for Kasey. She's being snatched from the only parents she's ever known and is being given to a stranger. That's cruel punishment for any child, especially a five-year-old.”
Clayton nodded. “Hopefully things will work out. But you can't allow what's happened to get you depressed.”
“I know I shouldn't but at times I can't help wondering if what I do really makes