Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(33)

Suzanne paused again, and this time when she continued she sounded very sad. “One day your mother called and said she wanted to ask me something very important. She said she and your dad were making out a will and wondered if Peter and I would be your legal guardians, should anything ever happen to them. Of course we said yes, we’d be honored. But you really never expect anything like that to happen.” Her voice cracked from the emotion she was trying to hold in. “And only a couple of days later, we got the news.”

Allison could hear the tears choking her words when she said, “I couldn’t go to the funeral. I was nine months pregnant with our second child, and the doctor said I couldn’t travel. I wanted to be there, but I couldn’t.

“You and Charlotte lived at home for a while, and a couple of neighbors stayed with you. Just as soon as we could, we came to Boston, but by then your aunt and uncle had petitioned the court for custody. Unfortunately, we had no legal standing because your mother and father’s will was never finalized. We fought to take you, but there was nothing we could do. Your aunt and uncle were your closest relatives. They put up a really strong fight, and they won . . . despite your parents’ wishes.”

Allison was stunned. “My aunt and uncle never told us any of this,” she said.

“No, I wouldn’t expect them to. When we told them we wanted to remain in your lives, they were outraged. There was quite a battle between us. They said that we would only make the transition more difficult . . . that it was best for you if we let you settle into your new home without interference. I disagreed at first, but then they said if we called or wrote to you, they’d block us. I certainly didn’t want to cause you more distress. You’d been through so much. I hope we did the right thing.”

Allison was speechless for a moment, and then lied. “Yes, you did the right thing.”

“You were still so young, but I guess I hoped Charlotte might remember us at least. Of course we tried to keep you both out of the conflict and she hadn’t really spent much time with us. I understand if she has no recollection.”

“She never mentioned you. I’m sorry.”

“Many times I’ve thought of trying to find you, just to see how you’re doing, but then I worried that I’d be stirring up bad memories.”

Allison spent the next few minutes assuring her that she and Charlotte were healthy and happy, purposely avoiding any mention of their aunt and uncle.

Just before she ended the call, Suzanne said, “I want you to know how much we loved your mother and father, and how much we wanted you.”

Allison laid the phone down and sat on her bed, rigid with anger. She couldn’t scream for fear of alarming anyone who would hear—but oh, how she wanted to. She knew her aunt and uncle were selfish, angry people, but how could they have been so cruel? She remembered being afraid when she was a little girl. If she didn’t behave . . . if she was too loud . . . or if she cried . . . there was always the possibility in her mind that she would be separated from her sister. And all that time there was a loving family who would have taken them.

She was about to explode from the fury building inside her. She couldn’t sit still. She stood and paced around her room, hearing Suzanne’s words echoing in her head: “. . . we wanted you.”

A tear slipped down her cheek and then another. All the years of hurt suddenly erupted, and she fell onto her bed, sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t know how long she’d cried, but she stopped when she heard voices below. Her roommates and their friends were gathering downstairs. She couldn’t stay there. She had to get away. Wiping the tears from her face, she went to her closet for her overnight bag and threw a few things in it. She’d drive to Jordan’s house and spend the night.

When she came down the stairs, a group was standing in the kitchen talking. Dan peered around the corner. “Hi, Al.”

She didn’t look at him. If she did, she knew he’d see her swollen, tearstained face. Instead she kept her head down and called, “I’m sleeping at Jordan’s. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She opened the front door and came to an abrupt halt. Liam was standing there.

One look at her and he could tell something had happened. He pulled the door wider and said, “Let’s go.” Grabbing her bag, he took her hand and pulled her along.

“How did you know?” She whispered the question and really didn’t expect an answer.

“Know what?” he asked, glancing down at her.

That I was in trouble, she thought but didn’t say. She shook her head, then said, “That I would be home.”

“I didn’t.” He opened his car door for her, then put her bag in the trunk before getting behind the wheel. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“Just away from here. I don’t have a destination in mind.”

Liam pulled into the street and was turning the corner when Allison spotted her aunt’s car speeding toward them. Allison was certain her aunt hadn’t seen her. She quickly dug her phone out of her purse and called Dan to warn him.

“Don’t let her come inside,” she said. “Just tell her I’m out of town for the weekend. And please don’t be polite.” She looked over her shoulder in time to see her aunt’s car come to a screeching halt in front of her house.

“What was that all about?” Liam asked.