Kara sat immobilized at her desk in the morning light, a mug of tea going cold next to her. Spread before her were all her lists of things to do, of people to call. There were stacks of flyers with Lindsay’s glowing face on them, a file folder full of life insurance papers, and a fat folder with unpaid bills.
All of it needed her attention. But instead of doing anything, she just sat there, staring dumbly at the mess, not even finding the will to pick up her mug of tea, let alone deal with everything that had to be dealt with.
But she had to deal with it.
All of it.
The checks had to be written, and the policies had to be gone through, and the flyers had to be distributed. She knew that. A thousand people had told her so.
Life had to go on.
She knew that, too.
She picked up a pen and looked at the desk, trying to decide where to start.
But all she could think of was the dream she’d had last night.
And it had been a dream. It had to have been a dream.
She dropped the pen in the middle of the desk and put her face in her hands.
It hadn’t been a dream. She’d heard Lindsay’s scream of terror as clearly as if Lindsay had been in the next room. In fact, she had shot out of bed, out the bedroom door, and into Lindsay’s room before she was awake enough to remember that Lindsay was no longer there.
But the scream had been so real. It reverberated in the walls of the bedroom, and as she listened to it, she’d known.
Lindsay was alive and she was in trouble. Trouble so frightening that she was screaming in terror, screaming for her life, screaming for her mother.
And here she sat, at her desk, with her head in her hands.
She felt beyond despair — beyond desperation.
Almost — but not quite — beyond hope.
Nobody was going to believe that she’d heard Lindsay scream in the night. They’d call it a dream, and a mother’s dream was not going to motivate any law enforcement officer to ramp up the search.
But it hadn’t been a dream.
Her first impulse had been to call Patrick. He would understand. He would be able to help her. But it was the middle of the night, and Kara knew she had to learn to stand on her own. Patrick had been a wonderful help, but he couldn’t hold her hand every minute of every day.
She had to start getting through the days and nights by herself, starting with this one.
If she took the day one hour at a time, she could get through it.
She looked at the clock on the desk and set herself a goal: in the next sixty minutes, she would write checks for the most urgent bills, shower, get dressed, and have something to eat.
While she was eating, she would plan the next hour.
Only when those two hours were gone would she plan the next.
And if she made it successfully through the day, as a reward she’d call Patrick and report her progress. Just the thought of his understanding eyes and warm smile gave her strength.
She picked up the pen, desperately trying to ignore the echo of Lindsay’s scream still reverberating in her head, and opened her checkbook.
The doorbell rang even before she could look at the balance.
Her heart caught in her throat.
News! It had to be news!
With her bathrobe flapping about her legs, Kara ran down the stairs and threw open the door, certain it would be Sergeant Grant.
Instead, a somber-faced man in a dark suit stood on the porch with a package; in front of the house she saw a black Lincoln Town Car. A chill came over her as she realized what the package was. She signed the form the man offered her, took the box, and retreated back into the house.
The chill tightening its grip on her, Kara pulled off the brown paper wrapping, and the stabbing pain in her chest took her breath away as her suspicions about the package were confirmed.
Stamped in red all over the box were the words HUMAN REMAINS.
SUMMERS FUNERAL HOME was printed at the top of the label.
Steve’s ashes.
Dear God.
Kara’s knees weakened and she sank to a dining room chair. In her head, she could hear herself screaming right along with Lindsay.
On the table in front of her, next to the box, was the cordless phone.
With a trembling hand, she picked it up and dialed Patrick.