But back when Jeremy was newly missing, he’d sensed that she was so distraught she might harm herself. He’d done his best to keep it from happening, and when it did—when she nearly died—he’d blamed himself.
From that moment on, he’d vowed to save his wife. From therapy to medication, from rehashing the tragedy to sidestepping the topic, from avoiding children to considering parenthood again—he’d do whatever was necessary to help Elsa recover.
Now, after a decade and a half of torture, she’s finally healing—or perhaps, healed.
Renny’s arrival in their lives has given her a sense of purpose again.
And yet, watching his wife with their soon-to-be-adopted child, Brett worries. She’s so protective of Renny, almost…paranoid.
Who can blame her? Their first child was kidnapped. Murdered.
But that doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.
It doesn’t mean there really was someone in Renny’s room in the dead of night.
“I think we should call the police,” Elsa announces and Brett looks up, startled.
“You’re not serious.”
“I am.”
“Elsa, the press is finally off our backs. Do you really want to stir it all up again?”
“The press doesn’t have to be involved. I’m just talking about calling the police and—”
“And you don’t think it’s going to get out somehow that the mother of Jeremy Cavalon thinks someone is prowling around her new kid’s bedroom?”
“New kid? Brett, how can you—”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”
New kid. As in replacement for old kid.
God. Brett rakes a hand through his hair. That’s not what he meant at all.
“If you honestly want to call the police,” he tells his wife, “go ahead. You know I would never take a chance with Renata.”
He sees Elsa’s nose wrinkle slightly, and he knows why. Neither of them is very fond of their daughter’s given name—probably because it was bestowed by her abusive parents. They shortened it, with Renny’s blessing, soon after she came to live with them last fall. But sometimes, when Brett means business, he refers to her as Renata.
“Don’t make yourself nuts with this, Elsa.” Brett reaches out and pats her thin shoulder. “Everything is fine. Renny is fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“There’s always something to worry about when you have a child.”
“Yes, but not…not like that. Not what you’re thinking.”
Elsa just looks at him. She can be stubborn.
So can he. “Look, there’s no reason to call the police because a window was open.”
“How did it get open?”
“Maybe Renny sleepwalked and did it herself.”
Elsa tilts her head. Clearly, she hadn’t thought of that.
Brett hadn’t either, until it popped out, but who knows? Maybe it’s true. And if it’s not, there are countless other explanations for the open window. Explanations that don’t involve a prowler creeping around their daughter’s bedroom.
Brett presses on. “Elsa, think about it. The adoption isn’t even finalized. You don’t want to risk it, do you? A police report is going to go on the records.”
Something else she hadn’t thought of.
Brett glimpses a spark of uncertainty in her dark eyes. He’s winning her over. Good. And yet, what if…?
No, he tells himself firmly. Just like you told Elsa—and Renny, too—there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
The car is parked on a quiet waterside street several blocks from the Cavalon home—a perfect spot, near the marina. Fishermen, rising in the wee hours to pursue the day’s catch, often leave their cars here.
It would have probably been a good idea to have some poles and a tackle box in the back seat, just in case someone came along.
Oh, well. Next time.
The engine turns over with a quiet rumble and the tires make a faint crunching sound on the gravelly road.
Mission accomplished.
Almost.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
What the heck is the rest of it?
Not even a mouse…
Not even a mouse…
Oh, the next line is, The children are nestled all snug in their beds…
Ha. Isn’t that fitting? Renny Cavalon certainly was nestled all snug in her bed just a short time ago.
Then she opened her eyes, took one look, and screamed.
No wonder.
That hideous rubber mask—now tucked safely into the glove compartment—would scare anyone to death, looming over them in the dead of night.
Night…
Night…
’Twas the Night Before Christmas…
That’s it!
It wasn’t a nursery rhyme after all; it was a storybook.
Is Elsa planning to read it to Renny when the holidays roll around?
Ha. Come December, Renny will be long gone.
Just like Jeremy.
About the Author
New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub is the award-winning author of more than seventy novels. She lives in the New York City suburbs with her husband of seventeen years and their two children. Learn more about Wendy at www.wendycorsistaub.com and also at www.wendystaubcommunity.com.
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