by Di Morrissey
‘That sounds like a plan. I suggest you get on to it right away.’
‘Okay, thanks, Georgia,’ said Chris, feeling calmed by Georgia’s efficient manner.
But after he’d hung up the phone and stepped outside to take a deep breath, Chris shivered. It was not from the frosty air and curling mist weaving its way across the valley, but from the worry that things were not going the way he had hoped. He needed this book to be a success, and now he was having doubts it was ever going to work.
But then a slow burn began in the pit of his stomach. I’m going to write this book, he thought, no matter what. It might be risky, but I’ll be careful. I’m sure that I can pull it off.
Chris walked back inside with a firm tread and a determined expression on his face.
There was a comfortable silence in the car as Chris drove Megan to the plateau.
They were used to each other now, thought Chris. A few months ago he’d have felt the need to make small talk with his daughter, but these days the awkwardness that had prompted him to constantly engage with her had gone. Megan evidently felt the same way, for while she had her earphones draped around her neck, she wasn’t listening to anything but simply gazing contentedly out the window. She was going to Jazzy’s place for the weekend, the first time they’d spent time together since Jazzy had left Neverend to return home.
Chris glanced at Megan’s pretty profile, and as she caught the movement she turned and smiled at him.
‘Looking forward to this?’ her father asked.
‘Yep. Jazzy and I have been emailing about plans. She’s still very cool. It will be fun to spend the weekend with her, and I’m looking forward to seeing her animals. What are you going to do, Dad?’
‘Write. Looking forward to some peace and quiet,’ he said.
‘Well, if Bunny goes away too, you can have the house to yourself.’
‘What do you mean? Why’s Bunny going away?’
‘Oh. Hasn’t she told you? Well, maybe it’s not definite, but I think that David was hoping to come down and they’re going to some farm place . . . that organic one?’
‘Core Creek Organic Farm? Mum hasn’t mentioned it.’ Chris felt annoyed that he’d been left out of the loop. Going away with David for the weekend was a big step in their relationship. ‘I think she could have said something to me,’ he said crossly.
‘Oh, Dad! C’mon . . .’ laughed Megan.
‘No. I’m serious. David seems to be a nice man but, well . . .’ Chris stopped, trying to work out how he really felt about it.
‘But what? What’s wrong with Bunny having David for a friend? I think it’s great . . . she’s all sparkly when he’s around. You can tell she likes him.’
‘I keep thinking about my dad,’ said Chris, quietly.
‘But Poppy died yonks ago!’ Megan stared at him in genuine surprise. ‘I can’t believe you’re sounding like such a grump.’
‘All right, all right,’ said Chris, tersely. ‘I was very close to my father and I think he and your grandmother had as near to a perfect marriage as I can think of. Maybe she should stay loyal to that marriage. Anyway, perhaps Bunny and David’s relationship doesn’t mean anything.’
‘It might not, but so what if it does? Did you get upset when Mum married Trevor?’ Megan asked.
‘Of course not. That was different. I was very happy for your mother. If she’s happy, then we all are.’ Chris grimaced as he realised how silly that sounded.
‘Then why can’t you be pleased for Bunny? Don’t you want her to be happy, too?’ said Megan, archly. ‘I think you’re being a dick.’
‘Watch your language, Megan! That’s not a suitable word.’
Megan pulled up her earphones and pushed them into her ears, turning on her music and effectively shutting him out.
Chris spent the rest of the drive to the plateau trying to sort out his feelings about Susan and David. His head told him that Susan was perfectly entitled to make her own decisions about David, but his heart made it hard for him to accept the relationship. As he had admitted to Georgia, he felt that David was invading the cosiness of their small family and he resented it.
As soon as Chris pulled up at Jazzy’s place, Megan dashed out of the car and hugged Jazzy, who was standing outside her house waiting for them.
‘Hi, Megan. I thought you’d never get here. Come and see the alpacas. There’s a baby one and it’s so cute.’
‘Hi, Jazzy. Is your mum here?’ asked Chris.
‘Yes, Chris, she’s inside.’
‘Have a fun weekend, you two. See you Sunday afternoon.’ Chris smiled at Megan but she just nodded and linked her arm through Jazzy’s, replying with a short, ‘Okay. See ya.’ The two girls headed towards the small herd of curious alpacas grazing in a nearby paddock.
Chris ignored the cold shoulder and knocked on the front door. Jazzy’s mother, Janelle, welcomed him and they chatted briefly about the girls’ plans for the weekend as he dropped in Megan’s bag. Janelle asked him to stay for a drink, but Chris declined, explaining that as the evenings were closing in early, he wanted to get straight back to Neverend before it got too dark.
He was heading down the mountain when Susan rang. He answered the call with the hands-free.
‘Hi. I’m on my way home.’
‘Did you get Megan safely delivered?’
‘Yes, I left them admiring a mob of cute alpacas. Janelle told me Jazzy wanted to take Megan to the rainforest tomorrow. Have a bit of an explore.’
‘Are they going down to the waterfall?’
‘I have no idea.’
‘Chris, I’ve been meaning to chat to you about this weekend. David has decided to go over to Core Creek Farm, so he’s asked me to go along. I’m keen to see the place, so I’m going with him. I just wanted to let you know.’
‘This is all a bit sudden, isn’t it? Are you comfortable going away with a man for the weekend?’ Chris asked tightly.
‘You are joking, aren’t you? You make it sound like a dirty weekend,’ snapped Susan.
Chris recalled what Georgia had said. ‘Sorry, Mum. I guess I’m just being protective.’
‘Chris, I don’t need protecting. I’ve managed perfectly well all these years on my own, even when you were overseas.’ Susan’s voice was clearly angry now.
‘I realise that. I suppose I’m thinking of Dad.’
Susan softened. ‘Your father was a loving and big-hearted man, but I have had a life beyond the life I had with him, you know. David is an old friend and it’s so nice to have the company of an interesting man who is not part of my life here in Neverend.’
‘Fine. I get it, Mum.’ Chris refrained from saying anything more about what he thought of David. He felt suddenly tired. ‘I’ll be interested in what you think of Core Creek farm. I’d better go; I’ll see you tonight,’ he said as evenly as he could.
‘That’s why I rang – we’ll probably miss each other. David is picking me up at five and we’re heading off. You might not get back here before then, so I’ll feed Biddi before I go.’
‘Okay, have fun.’
That night Chris had the house to himself, but he found it hard to concentrate on his book as his focus was constantly interrupted by thoughts about his mother and David. He told himself that he was being idiotic and selfish about the whole thing, and that his father would have been nothing but happy for Susan to find another companion, but Chris couldn’t shake the thought that he really didn’t want anyone else intruding on their little household.
The next morning he decided to press on with the book while there was nothing to disturb him in the quiet house. It was late afternoon when the phone broke the silence with its shrill ring.
When Chris answered it, he could hear a woman’s voice, high-pitched and agitated.
‘Chris? It’s Janelle here. I think you’d better get back up to the plateau.’
‘What do you mean? What’s wrong?’ Chris knew at once that whatever Janelle was going to tell him would n
ot be good news and his own voice sounded strained and tense.
Jazzy’s mother took a breath, obviously trying to steady her voice. ‘You need to come to the rainforest, to the tourist centre there. The girls have had an accident.’
Chris felt his chest tighten. ‘Are they all right? What’s happened to them?’
‘They went exploring around the waterfall and Jazzy hurt her leg. Megan went back up to get help.’
‘Is Jazzy okay?’
Janelle’s voice sounded frightened. ‘We don’t think anything’s broken, but it’s Megan. She’s missing.’
Chris’s heart leaped into his mouth. ‘What do you mean? Didn’t she go for help? She always has her phone on her.’
‘Apparently her phone fell into a pool and so Megan went for help. About fifteen minutes later, Jazzy was found by some bushwalkers and they brought her up to the top but when she got there, Megan hadn’t shown up. That was half an hour ago and there is still no sign of her. The staff at the tourist centre have notified the police. Look, I’m sure that they’ll find Megan soon, but Chris, you need to be there.’
Chris hung up the phone, found his car keys and was on his way to the rainforest tourist centre in a matter of moments. He drove up the narrow winding road to the plateau like a madman. He swept around a hairpin bend at such speed that the car moved into the middle of the road. Realising then that he was being stupid driving at high speed on such a dangerous road, he slowed down.
It was a drive he’d never forget. All he could do was think about Megan. What if something really terrible had happened to her? He would never forgive himself for the spat they’d had the day before. Megan had been right to point out his overreaction to his mother’s relationship with David Moore. He shouldn’t have been so childish as to allow them to part on bad terms. He hadn’t even kissed Megan goodbye. But maybe, he thought, by the time he got to the tourist centre above the rainforest, she’d be sitting there laughing over her adventure.
When he screeched to a halt in the parking lot of the complex, his heart sank at the sight of all the emergency vehicles: SES vans, ambulance and several police cars as well as police emergency units, even a rescue helicopter. There were numerous people milling about.
He jumped from the car and ran inside the tourist centre. At one end of the centre was a souvenir shop, whilst at the other was a coffee shop where the first thing he saw were a couple of paramedics talking to Jazzy. She was huddled under a blanket, her leg stretched out in front of her, resting on a chair and Janelle was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
Jazzy’s mother saw Chris straight away and motioned him over.
‘Jazzy, are you all right?’ asked Chris. ‘What happened? How did you get separated from Megan?’
Jazzy lifted a tear-stained face. ‘I’m all right. They say that I only have a badly sprained ankle. Megan and I, we were at the base of the waterfall, climbing around the pools there. Megan was taking a selfie of us and I slipped on the muddy ground and twisted my ankle. Our phones were out of action so Megan said she’d go for help. She must have got lost trying to find her way back . . .’ Fresh tears started to run down her face. ‘I’m sorry, Chris. She thought she was doing the right thing . . . Megs will be all right, won’t she?’ Jazzy looked desperately at her mother.
‘I can’t understand how Megan could get lost. Surely she would have just followed the track back here,’ said Chris, his voice rising in panic. As soon as he said that, a young policeman came over to speak with him.
‘Are you Mr Baxter, Megan’s father? I’m Constable Bright. You need to speak to the police commander.’
Chris followed the young constable over to another policeman whose authoritative demeanour, and the fact that he was surrounded by all the other emergency service personnel, indicated that he was in charge of the operation.
‘You’re the girl’s father? I’m Area Commander Watson. I’m in charge of the search. We have a lot of people out looking for your daughter. I’m sorry to say we haven’t located her yet, but it’s only a matter of time. There are more people on the way to help in the search.’
‘I saw some of them in the car park,’ said Chris. He looked around the centre’s coffee shop, which seemed to be a hub of activity.
A man who was introduced as the controller of the state emergency services stepped forward and placed his hand sympathetically on Chris’s shoulder. ‘We think that Megan may have taken one of the small unmarked tracks in the park that don’t go anywhere specific. If she has, then the situation is a little more difficult, especially as night is falling and we have been told that your daughter only has on a light jumper and jeans. I gather that she doesn’t even have a jacket. But Mr Baxter, the police rescue squad and SES here on the plateau are very experienced in finding lost bushwalkers and we’re doing all we can.’
‘Could the chopper I saw out the front see her?’ Chris asked, desperately.
The man shook his head. ‘It’s been up looking, but it’s too dark now, and if the weather closes in as is forecast, it will simply be too dangerous for it to fly. It will go up again at first light – but hopefully by then it won’t be needed,’ said the controller. His calm voice conveyed his experience and knowledge of emergency situations.
‘But she can’t spend the night down there in the cold,’ cried Chris. ‘And what if she’s fallen and hurt herself? I’ve been in that rainforest enough to know that the terrain there can be quite treacherous.’
‘Try to stay calm, Mr Baxter. We have people down there, and others coming with lights,’ said the SES controller.
A park ranger who was also among the group added, ‘Hopefully she’ll find somewhere to stop and hole up, rather than blindly walking around in the dark. An overhang or cave, perhaps. Is she an experienced bushwalker?’
‘God, no! She’ll be terrified.’ Chris glanced outside the room at the gathering rainclouds and failing light. ‘What can I do?’
‘Mr Baxter, we would prefer that you leave the search to those who are experienced. I know that doing nothing is a hard ask, but we don’t want you stumbling around, getting yourself lost as well. We’ve got a well-organised search under way, so get yourself a coffee. It might be a long night, but I’m confident your daughter will be okay.’
Chris walked outside into the blustery wind and headed along the wooden walkway that ran above the rainforest canopy. In the distance the darkening clouds were backlit by menacing flashes of lightning. During the day and in the sunshine, this walkway presented a spectacular outlook, but now Chris could barely bring himself to look down into the tangle of dark vines and undergrowth that lay below him. How scared Megan would be, all alone, cold, possibly hurt and with the night sounds of strange animals about her. He wanted to plunge down into the rainforest, scream her name and hear her shout back to him, ‘Over here, Dad.’ How he’d hold her close. They’d had such a short time in which to really be together. After years of absence, long-distance conversations and flying visits, he’d finally come to truly know his daughter. He’d grown to love her funny, sometimes prickly and precocious personality, her ability to make him laugh, her gift for getting along with people of all ages, her enthusiasm for new ideas and her determination to accept challenges and turn them into conquests. He knew he had given up a lot for his daughter but he recognised that, despite the upheaval in his life, deciding to have Megan live with him was the best choice he’d ever made.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. He knew he needed to call Jill, although he dreaded how upset she was going to be.
The phone in his hand rang, making him jump.
‘Chris, it’s me,’ said Georgia’s cheerful voice.
‘Oh, Georgia . . . it’s Megan. It’s so, so awful.’ Chris’s voice cracked.
‘Chris! What’s wrong? Are you all right?’
‘No, I’m not. It’s Megan. She’s lost in the rainforest . . .’ he began.
There was a gasp at the other end of the phone. ‘Oh, no! Megan’s the girl l
ost in the bush? I’ve just heard about it on the radio. What’s going on? I’m so sorry. Can I do anything?’
‘Find her?’ said Chris, futilely.
‘Are you all right to tell me what happened?’ asked Georgia, her voice full of concern.
Chris briefly filled her in.
‘Chris, they’ll find her and she will be okay. Do you hear me? I know it. She might be scared and cold but she will be all right. Just hang in there.’
‘Georgia, I feel so wretched. Megan and I had an argument before I dropped her off, about Mum and David. Everything Megan said was right, and I behaved like a prat. I’m so stupid. And I didn’t even kiss her goodbye! I’m useless as a father, my life is falling apart and I feel that I’m a total failure.’ Chris was distraught.
‘Chris, listen to me.’ Georgia spoke sternly. ‘You are a good and devoted father. Devoted,’ she reiterated. ‘Look what you gave up for her. An interesting job you really loved, a job that gave you status, a good salary and a lifestyle that many others would kill for. I would say that what you’ve done for your daughter is gutsy, caring and even courageous. Not a lot of men would be as unselfish as you’ve been. You gave Megan what she most wanted and that was to be with her dad. I’m quite sure the fact that she’s so happy and well-adjusted is due in no small part to what you’ve done for her. Everyone quarrels with those they love, but that does not mean that the essential relationship is undermined. Are you listening to me?’
Chris took a deep breath. ‘Thanks, Georgia. Those are kind words, but all I want is for Megan to come home so I can prove to her that I really love her.’
‘Chris, you already have! Listen, I rang to say I’ve had a call from one of the publishers. He sounds really interested. Now hang in there and call me when Megan is safe. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night.’
‘Oh, Georgia, I hope it’s not that long.’
‘Me too, Chris. Take care.’ She hung up.
Chris turned and walked back towards the brightly lit café and tourist centre. He felt a bit embarrassed at the unprofessional way he had dumped his emotional baggage onto Georgia, but she had given him words of hope.