Isabel looked down at her hands, frowning. Michael knew how she felt. They seemed to be out of options. "Kyle is still sick too," he said. "And Maria's mom."
Isabel just nodded without meeting his eye. She was taking it pretty hard, he thought.
"I have some news," Valenti said, coming into the room. "Though it's not especially good."
"What is it?" Michael asked.
"That was the CDC outreach person on the phone. They're setting up hours for family members to visit the people in quarantine."
Max frowned. "Is that safe?"
"They've determined the virus is waterborne," Valenti said. "So they'll put the patients in plastic tents and you can talk to them from outside."
"If we get in and talk to Liz, she can tell us where that water bottle came from. Maybe that will help us figure it out." Michael knew he was grasping at straws, but he couldn't think of anything else to do.
"It'll be a while," Valenti said. "They're doing it alphabetically by last name. I won't be able to see Kyle until tomorrow, probably. And in the meantime they won't even tell me how he is." Valenti's voice broke, and Isabel reached over to take his hand.
"Maria," Michael said.
"What about her?" Max asked.
"Her name starts with D. She'll get in to see her mom today. Maybe they'll let her talk to Liz too."
"It's worth a try," Max said.
And it will give me an excuse to find out how Maria's coping with her dad, Michael thought as he dialed Maria's number into his cell phone.
Maria's phone was ringing. Sadie turned away from her examination of Maria's jewelry box and flung herself on the bed. She grabbed up the phone from the bedside table. "Maria's phone!" she said into the receiver.
"Hey, kid, it's Michael."
Sadie grinned. "Hi, Michael! How are you?"
"I'm fine. Listen, is Maria there?" Michael said.
"No, she's in the shower," Sadie told him. She rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling, where Maria had put tiny glow-in-the-dark stars. "Maria let me sleep in her room last night. She's the coolest sister ever."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone.
"Are you and Maria gonna get married?" Sadie asked.
"Because if you do, then you'll be my brother-in-law. Wouldn't that be weird?"
Michael started coughing. While Sadie waited for him to finish, she sat up so she could bounce on the bed. That's when she noticed her father standing in the doorway. He didn't look very happy.
"Uh, Sadie, can you ask Maria to call me?" Michael said. "Tell her it's important."
"Okay," Sadie said. "Bye." She hung up the phone and turned back to her dad.
"Was that Michael?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sadie said. "He's been Maria's boyfriend for two years."
Her father frowned and went back out into the kitchen. He was distracted, she could tell. Sadie sighed. She'd been trying to pretend that everything was fine, but her father was miserable, and Maria was even more miserable. All last night she'd lain in Maria's bed trying to imagine how it must feel to grow up without a father. She couldn't imagine it.
Maria came in with her hair wrapped in a towel. "Hey, squirt," she said with a wan smile "Did you sleep okay?"
Sadie nodded. "Maria? Do you think you'll ever forgive Dad?" she asked suddenly.
Her sister looked surprised. "Well, I don't know," she said.
"I think it would be hard," Sadie told her. "If he did that to me, I mean."
Maria sighed and sat down on the bed next to her. "He's not ever going to do that to you, Sadie. He made a mistake with me, and he learned from it. I really believe that."
"So you forgive him?"
Maria shook her head. "It's not that easy, honey And this is a really bad time, with my mom sick… " Her voice broke.
Sadie felt a lump form in her throat. She'd been really selfish coming to Roswell. She'd made her parents worry and she'd turned Maria's whole life upside down. "I shouldn't have come here. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," she said quietly. "I just wanted to see what you were like. I didn't realize you would get hurt."
Maria reached out and pulled Sadie into her arms. "It's not your fault," she said. "You and me will always be friends. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I see you're borrowing my eyeliner," Maria added.
Sadie smiled. "Is it okay?"
"Yup. That's what sisters are for." Maria got up and started looking through her closet.
"Michael called," Sadie said. "He says it's important."
Maria turned around so fast that Sadie jumped back a little. "Um… excuse me," she said. And then she was gone.
"Thanks for letting me drive you, Maria," Richard said.
Maria just stared out the window, wishing they would get to Meta-chem already. When her father had heard she was heading over to visit Amy, he'd insisted on driving her there. He'd said she might be too emotional to drive. If only it had occurred to him to think about my feelings when I was a little kid, she thought.
"Are you… um, are you going to tell your mother I'm here?" he asked nervously.
Maria snorted. "Do you really think I want to kick her while she's down?" she asked. "'Hey, Mom, sorry you've got some bizarre outbreak of asthma. Did you know the guy who abandoned you has been happily married with kids for years now?'"
"I didn't abandon your mother. We got a divorce."
"Oh, that's right," Maria snapped. "You only abandoned me."
Well, that shut him up, she thought as the silence stretched out. Then she heard a sniffle. Maria turned away from the window to look at her father. His cheeks were wet, and he was silently crying as he drove. She stared at him, hardly even noticing the tears that had formed in her own eyes.
Maria tried to remember anything about her father. She couldn't think of one thing, one actual memory with any content. She remembered his horse sound, which was closer to sounding like a hyena. But she had no idea why she remembered it; she couldn't remember a time when he'd made a horse sound for her. She remembered the smell of the cologne he used to wear, but she couldn't remember what it was called, and she couldn't remember ever seeing him put it on. All her life, she'd been trying to forget him. Now here he was, driving her car. And crying.
Is it even possible to see a man cry and not want to hug him and comfort him? Maria wondered. Right now her father was just a guy. Not the monster who'd left her with no money and no father to love. Not the selfish jerk who was willing to have a whole second family without even telling them about the first family. Just a guy who was crying so hard he could barely drive. "Dad," she said. "Pull over."
He did. He put the car in park, and then he just sat there crying. Maria stayed in her seat, crying too.
"There's no excuse," he finally said through his sobs. "I love you. I always loved you. There's no excuse for what I did. I don't blame you if you hate me forever."
"I don't hate you," Maria said, surprised to find that it was true.
"Really?" He looked at her hopefully.
"Yeah," she said. "But I don't love you either. I don't know what to feel. I don't know anything about you except that you left me."
"I know," he said, fresh tears falling. "But I know a lot about you. I know how sweet your skin smelled when you were a baby. And I know that your favorite book was Martha the Movie Mouse… you would never go to sleep until I'd read it to you at least twice. Sweet pea, I had seven years with you. I've been holding on to those years ever since. In my mind, you're always my baby girl."
Maria wiped her eyes. "I don't remember those years," she whispered.
"Can you take my word for it?" he asked.
"I guess," she replied. She took a shaky breath. "But it doesn't make up for the ten years in between."
Richard sighed. "I understand that."
They sat in silence for a minute, both of them sniffling. "I have to get to Meta-chem," Maria said finally.
"Okay," he answered, putting the car in gear. He pulled back out onto the road.
"Thanks for driving me," Maria said.