Shawn’s head tipped to the side. “Right. Where would you get a gun?”
Sara just looked at her until her eyes widened.
“But, you said you’re a pilot.”
“I flew some black ops guys. It can paint a target on you.”
That was also part of their cover story.
For the first time, it seemed as if Shawn finally saw the soldier in Sara.
“Damn, girl.”
Kente looked interested. “I’d like to hear about that.”
“I could tell you, but—”
“You’d have to shoot me?”
He laughed. They didn’t.
His eyes widened. “For real?”
Sara kind of shrugged. “Maybe not. Might just have to change your name and relocate.” Then she grinned.
Kente laughed and missed the look Sara gave Fyn.
There was a short silence, then Sara looked at Shawn again.
“We have to go.” She hesitated, then pulled out a card and lay it on the piano. “That’s my cell phone number. If you want me to be there, text me or something.”
Shawn stared at her for a long moment, then nodded.
“Your mama would like Kente.” Sara held out her hand to him, but he folded her into a hug that lifted her off her feet for a minute.
“Thanks,” he said.
“I’m glad I got to meet you.” She looked at Shawn one last time. “Be happy. She’d want you to be…happy. That’s all she ever wanted for you.”
* * * *
“Why didn’t you tell her we were married?” Fyn wanted to know as they stuffed themselves back into her tiny car.
“And have her mad I didn’t invite her?”
“It’s not like she could come—”
“Did you see any sign she was a reasonable person?” Sara gave him a look.
Fyn had to grin. “No.” He hesitated. “What really happened back then? It was more than a fight, wasn’t it?”
“Actually,” Sara sounded resigned, “it wasn’t much of a fight at all. I got jumped by Shawn’s friends. Didn’t have time to put up much of a fight. I’d probably be dead but a teacher happened in. They were charged with assault, but I refused to testify against Shawn because I had been provocative. I did mention I had a bad attitude, didn’t I?”
Fyn felt his insides tighten.
“Did she hit you?”
“She threw the first punch, but…what happened…scared her. Horrified her. I knew it, even before Evie came to talk to me about it. It was stupid, but it didn’t have to ruin her life. And as we both know, I recovered. Wasn’t fun, but it changed my life for the better.”
“Why is she angry with you?”
Sara hesitated. “How would you like it if we had to live with Kalian? See him at breakfast, lunch and dinner?”
“Oh.”
* * * *
Since the visit with LaShaunda went so well, Sara was really looking forward to the next one. Not.
It hadn’t been hard to track down Miss Anne. Her whole connection thing sometimes came in handy. Miss Anne no longer lived with her mother, because her mother no longer lived. That was a relief. She wasn’t sure she could have gone there if the old lady had still been around.
An old memory surfaced, of her staring at Sara in shock and horror. And fear.
She’d seen her heal, Sara realized now. At the time, she didn’t understand that.
Poor Miss Anne. Must have been hard. Looking back, Sara could see things better, understand more. Bewildered by the sudden death of her husband, she hadn’t had the resources to fight her mother.
She was nervous when Fyn pushed the bell by the modest door. It had been eighteen years. Maybe Miss Anne wouldn’t even remember her. Or her mom.
Sara heard the rattle of the lock and then the door swung partly open and Miss Anne looked out. She was a faded version of how Sara remembered her. The hair was gray, a few lines around the eyes and mouth. The southern climate was kind to the skin. But her eyes were the same brown, the same anxious look in them.
“Miss Anne?” Sara’s voice caught a bit on the way out. It felt so odd to be looking down on her, instead of up. Like the world had tipped on its end.
Miss Anne stared at her for what seemed like a long time. Then her eyes widened. “Sara?”
Sara nodded.
Miss Anne’s arms reached out and up. “I’d given up hope that you’d come back.”
Sara hugged her gently. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
Miss Anne leaned back, clasping her face in her hands and studied her face. She sighed.
“You’re just as lovely as your mother.” She gave a start. “Why are we standing on the stoop? Come in!” Her gaze made it past Sara to Fyn. Her eyes widened again. She looked at Sara.
“This is my husband, Fyn. Fyn, this is Miss Anne, my mom’s best friend.” Her eyes wanted to tear up. She blinked to stop them. It didn’t work real well.
Miss Anne took his hand in both of hers and studied him as carefully as she had Sara. “Husband. Well. My goodness.”
She looked him up, then down, past the tee shirt and jeans to the sports shoes. Then back up again. She looked at Sara and grinned.
“Nice.”
Sara heard herself chuckling as she followed her into the house. Inside they spent a few minutes catching up. Saw pictures of Miss Anne’s kids. Little Martin was a doctor now. Annie was a mother of two.
“And you’re a pilot? I don’t think your mom would have expected that one.”
Sara felt her smile falter. “What did she think I’d be?”
Miss Anne sat back, her gaze getting a far away look. “Oh, she could never be serious about that. Used to say you’d dance on the moon some day.”
Sara smiled. In a way she had…danced on the moon.
“Then she’d smile, just like you’re smiling right now. Your dad, he’d just say you were going to be what you were going to be. But I thought sure you’d do something in music.”
Sara’s eyes widened. “I do play and sing a little…just for fun, though.” She hesitated, then leaned forward. “Miss Anne, was my mother happy? Did she love my…dad?”
Miss Anne looked surprised, then her face turned serious. “You know, don’t you? You know Kyle wasn’t your biological dad?”
Sara nodded.
“You were three when they met. It was love at first sight for both of them. I didn’t realize he wasn’t your bio dad for a long time. He loved you so much.”
“She really, really loved him?”
Miss Anne looked puzzled. “She really, really loved him.” Now she looked worried. “You’re not going to go looking for that man, are you? Your mama said he was a nasty piece of work.”
“No.” In a way she’d already met him. At least she’d seen his work. She still looked worried. “He’s dead, Miss Anne.”
“Oh.” She looked relieved. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No.”
She smiled and patted Sara’s hand. “Goodness, I almost forgot. I’ve got some thing from your mama for you.”
“From my mom?” Sara looked at Fyn.
Miss Anne jumped up and disappeared for what seemed like a long time. When she finally came back, she had a small, carved box.
“I forgot to give it to you when they…took you away. I thought about sending it with you, but I was afraid it would get lost. I didn’t trust those foster people.”
She stopped and looked at Sara, her eyes tearing up.
“When I moved out of my mama’s house, I went to them and tried to get you back, Sara. They told me you’d settled in where you were. That it would disrupt you.”
She sat down next to Sara. “Was that the truth? Were you all right?”
Sara didn’t hesitate. “I was fine, Miss Anne. I would have liked to come back…but I was fine.”
Fyn’s arm came around her waist, warm and strong.
Her eyes closed in relief, so she missed the look they exchanged.
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sp; “I was that worried about you. I never stopped. They wouldn’t ever tell me anything about you, except that you were fine. Fine? What did that mean?”
Sara almost asked her when she wanted her back, but stopped. What good would it do? Nothing could be changed now.
“I wish you could have known Evie, the lady I lived with. She was…great. You would have liked each other.”
Something in Miss Anne’s face relaxed.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t come back sooner. I signed up right out of high school, did my time in college, then went into flight training. It all seemed to move so fast. But I never forgot you.”
They visited a little longer and Sara promised to keep in touch this time and then they left, Sara clutching the box to her chest. Once they were back in their hotel room, she just stared at it.
Fyn sat down next to her. “What are you waiting for?”
“What if it doesn’t…close the gap? What if it’s just…stuff?”
Fyn pulled her close. “Is it so bad, not knowing more than you know now?”
She smiled. “I guess not.”
She took a deep breath and opened the lid. The first thing she saw was her mom’s flute, very like the one she found in the city. Below that there was some pictures, a few letters from her dad to her mom. At the bottom was a letter addressed to her. Inside it was another envelope, with something hard in it.
The letter was short.
“My dear Sara, if you’re reading this, then it means your dad and I aren’t around to explain things to you. You’ve probably noticed you’re different from other people. I want you to know, it doesn’t matter. You can live your life and be happy, without knowing why and how. But if you really have to know, it’s all there for you. All the answers to all the questions I could imagine you asking. Just know that this is a good world. I found a wonderful man here, one I love very much. We’re both so proud of our beautiful daughter. Be happy.”
Sara handed the letter to Fyn and waited while he read it.
“That’s it?”
Sara shook her head. With hands that trembled, she opened the smaller envelope and looked inside.
“What is it?”
She gave a sort of half laugh. “It’s a key.”
The End
AUTHOR PAULINE BAIRD JONES
Pauline Baird Jones has been committing fictional murder since the first Gulf War and is the award-winning author of eight novels of action-adventure, suspense, romantic suspense and comedy-mystery. She’s also written two non-fiction books, Adapting Your Novel for Film and Made-up Mayhem. A two-time Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice winner, she has also been awarded an EPPIE in 2007 and the Dorothy Parker award in 1998.
Pauline is a member of The Final Twist, the Houston Chapter of Sisters in Crime and Epic, The Electronically Published Internet Connection. Originally from Wyoming, she and her husband, moved from New Orleans to Texas before Katrina. Though happily married for most of 32 years, her husband wants an autopsy if he dies suddenly.
Pauline has a feeling that even if he dies of natural causes, she’s going to jail...
Visit Pauline’s website at www.paulinebjones.com
Table of Contents
PART ONE - One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Part Two - Eight
Nine
Ten
Part Three - Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Part Four - Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Epilogue
AUTHOR PAULINE BAIRD JONES
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