Discovering (Lily Dale #4)(63)
Footsteps creak down the stairs and Jacy appears. He’s barefoot, wearing gray sweats, and his hair looks as though he just rubbed it dry with a towel.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”He seems pleasantly surprised to see her. “I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow night.”
“I wasn’t, but . . . here I am.”
She wonders if Jacy’s going to hug her in front of Peter. Nope. He stops short a few feet away, but shoots his foster dad a pointed look.
“I’ll be in the other room,”Peter announces, and disappears discreetly.
Jacy immediately puts his arms around Calla. He’s so familiar and comfortable, and she rests her cheek against the soft, plush cotton of his sweatshirt, inhaling the pleasant scent of laundry detergent and shampoo and toothpaste.
“Why’d you come back? I hope you and your dad didn’t have a big blowout.”
“No, it was kind of . . . the opposite.”She tells him about their conversation, then about the encounter with Jack Lauder, and finally, about her decision not to go away to school. She leaves out the part about Kevin.
Maybe she’ll share that with Jacy later. Maybe she’ll keep it to herself.
“I’m really glad to hear that, Calla. I know it’s almost a year off, but . . . I hate thinking about you leaving.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”He rests his forehead against hers. “What, you think I want to be apart from you now that we’ve finally figured things out?”
Her heart is beating like crazy. “I don’t want to be apart from you, either. I mean, that’s not why I’m staying here— it’s not the only reason, is what I mean, but—”
“Stop talking, Calla.”
“What? Why?”she asks, dismayed by his terse tone.
“Because when you’re talking, I can’t kiss you.”
“Oh! I thought you were—”
“You’re still talking,”he murmurs, and then his lips brush hers and she melts against him, glad to be home where she belongs.
THIRTY-THREE
Geneseo
Sunday, October 14
3:00 p.m.
“We appreciate your talking to us, Miss Logan.”
Laura nods, watching the portly Detective Lutz set aside the notebook in which he wrote down everything she said to him and his partner, Detective Kearney, in the last hour.
“There’s just one last thing we need to discuss now.”
Her heart sinks.
All she wants—all she’s wanted since they contacted her yesterday afternoon, not long after she arrived home, shell-shocked, at the purple house— is to get this business over with. Only then can she move on.
Move on . . . to what?
Okay, so she has a lot to figure out.
Starting with the fact that she apparently experienced an ongoing hallucination for most of her life.
Maybe I’m crazy, just like Mother.
Things like that run in families.
Only, she isn’t my family.
The whole thing would be easier for her to accept if Father Donald had turned out to be an imaginary friend— someone she totally made up.
Instead, he turned out to be someone who actually existed . . .
Long before she was born.
Someone she never heard of.
How can she possibly explain that?
It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it will, somehow, when she’s past all this other business involving Mother’s incarceration for murder.
No . . . not “Mother.”
She’s not my mother.
The police confirmed that Sharon Logan illegally adopted Laura as an infant, from a teenaged couple named Stephanie Lauder and Darrin Yates. They confirmed, too, that Stephanie hadn’t been aware of the adoption, or even that it had been a live birth.
The detectives also delivered the shocking news that Sharon Logan murdered both Stephanie and Darrin. The motive is unclear.
But Laura, remembering Sharon’s constant paranoia and all the irrational talk about someone taking Laura away from her, can only guess that the woman’s worst nightmare had come true the day Darrin showed up on her doorstep. Sharon thought the truth would come out and she would lose Laura forever.
Never mind that Laura was already an adult.
In her delusional state, Sharon didn’t seem to realize Laura had grown up.
Ironically, now Sharon Logan really has lost Laura forever.
She’s not the only one facing a loss.
Not only is Laura’s so-called mother not her mother—but her real parents, who, just months ago, were almost within her grasp— are now dead.
Apparently, it was her father’s ghost that Laura saw that night in her apartment.
Unless you dreamed it.
What about Father Donald? Did she dream him, too? Every single time? Even when she saw him in broad daylight?
Yet, if she did dream him . . . that doesn’t change the fact that he really did exist.
I never heard of him, though.
It just doesn’t make sense.
Dreams . . . ghosts . . .
What’s the difference? They’re both intangible.
Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that there’s no chance of a fairy-tale ending for Laura. No chance of finding her long-lost family and living happily ever after.