The Perfect Couple(112)
There is blood everywhere. Merritt stumbles back into the sand. Now there’s sand in the cut. She will have to rinse it and hop back up to the path.
Salt water is supposed to cure everything, but Merritt doesn’t expect the sting. She looks down to see a plume of blood rise and she cries fresh tears. That girl, the niece of the Nantucket police chief, had gazed at Merritt with such wide-eyed awe; she had no idea what kind of mess Merritt had made of her life.
She’s pregnant. And alone.
It’s okay, Merritt thinks. She will raise the child by herself; she will hardly be the first woman to do so. Maybe she will write a blog: Millennial Influencer Turned Unwed Mother. Merritt’s eyes drift close. Rousing herself feels like pulling on a rope to get out of a deep, dark hole—but she does it. When she opens her eyes, she sees a glint of silver on the ocean floor a few yards away.
Her ring.
Yes, she thinks. She should get the ring. It’s the only present Tag will ever give her. She will save it for her baby. The baby will no doubt be a girl, and long after Merritt has moved on to the next man and the man after that, she will whisper to her daughter, This is a ring your father gave me. Your real father.
Merritt wades in and bends down to grab the ring but she kicks it accidentally and she has to wait for the sand to settle before she can find it again. She is unreasonably sleepy, too sleepy to stand, and so she spreads her arms and legs out and she floats. She opens her eyes underwater.
Where is the ring?
There it is. She sees it.
Like love, she thinks, it is just beyond her reach.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I want to start by thanking Detective Sergeant Tom Clinger of the Nantucket Police Department for meeting with me to run through procedure. Because of the nature of the novel and its timetable, I had to make changes that would not happen in a real investigation. Rest assured, Tom gave me good information. His mother, Marie, should be quite proud!
Thank you to my brother, the NOAA/NWS meteorologist Douglas Hilderbrand, who explained in detail how fog happens. He also advocates for people being “weather ready”—and after this past year, I’m with him.
Cindy Auris: You get all credit for introducing me to Meat Loaf back in the 1970s. I’ve been trying to get “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” into a novel for eighteen years and I’ve finally done it!
My editor, Reagan Arthur, yet again edited this book with sheer brilliance. I tell you the woman is always right, and she is always right. For any aspiring writers out there who think a novel like this comes easily and on the first try, I am here to tell you it is hard work, mind-bending work, that requires revision after revision after revision. I am fortunate to have an incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, and clear-eyed sensibility like Reagan’s to guide me to my final draft.
To my agents, Michael Carlisle and David Forrer of Inkwell Management: I love you both beyond words. You are my people.
To my publicist, Katharine Myers: You are a kind, gentle, and patient woman, the calm eye in the hurricane of my public life, and I want to say, in equal parts, thank you for all you do and I’m sorry for the chaos and the “enormous changes at the last minute” that are my trademark.
To Tayler Kent: Thank you for continuing in the tradition of great nannies for the Cunningham children. I couldn’t have written this novel without you doing the things I was too busy to do and doing it with style, a sense of fun, and unwavering competence.
To my friends, the women in my barre class at Go Figure, and the parents I have sat next to in the football stadium, on the basketball court, by the baseball diamond: Thank you for giving me a community worth bragging about. Special thanks to Rebecca Bartlett, Debbie Briggs, Wendy Hudson, Wendy Rouillard, Elizabeth and Beau Almodobar, Chuck and Margie Marino, John and Martha Sargent, Heidi and Fred Holdgate (Fred was a huge help with all details Nantucket airport–related), Evelyn and Matthew MacEachern, Mark and Gwenn Snider and the entire staff at the Nantucket Hotel, Dan and Kristen Holdgate, Melissa and Angus MacVicar, Jana and Nicky Duarte, Linda Holliday and Dr. Sue Decoste, Paul and Ginna Kogler, the Timothy Fields big and small, Manda Riggs, David Rattner and Andrew Law, West Riggs (who helped me choose the Winburys’ boats), Helaina Jones, Marty and Holly McGowan, Scott and Logan O’Connor, Liza and Jeff Ottani (parents of my favorite child Kai), Sheila and Kevin Carroll (parents of my other favorite child Liam), Carolyn Durand of Lee Real Estate, who showed me one of her gorgeous properties in Monomoy so I could better describe the Winburys’ home. Thank you to Cam Jones for the inside intel on St. George’s School, and to Julia Asphar, about Miami of Ohio.
Thank you to my mother, Sally Hilderbrand; to my siblings, especially my stepsister Heather Osteen Thorpe, the very best friend I have in this world; and to Judith and Duane Thurman, who have been second parents to me for more than thirty years.
Always, at the end of this page, I thank my children. It is such a bittersweet year for me as my eldest, Maxwell, heads off to college in the fall. I sold my first novel, The Beach Club, in the spring of 1999 when I was pregnant with Maxx, and so his life and my career have run parallel. Maxx Cunningham: I am so proud of you and all you’ve accomplished, but let me tell you, the best is yet to come, and I can’t wait to see it. To Dawson: You are my well-adjusted middle child, possibly the most beloved person on the entire island of Nantucket, and, yes, you do take up 90 percent of my parenting energy but I wouldn’t change a thing about you (this might be hyperbole… look it up). To Shelby: You are my hero—at age twelve, already a “strong and independent woman”—and I strive every day to be even half the mother that you deserve.