Sadie(35)

The girl opens her mouth and closes it and he smiles a little, sort of sadly, like he’s just admitted something to her that they both don’t like hearing. She turns her head away from him and I watch the small rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathes in and out, that rapid pulse revealing how angry she is. The water is cooling. She’s not going to get out until he leaves.

But he’s not going to leave.

“Sadie,” he says to her. “We’re family now.”

A peal of laughter floats upstairs. I turn to it, then back to the empty bathroom, my heart thrumming. Ever since Mattie died, it’s been like this, this surfacing of ugly things, forcing me to witness them because living through it all wasn’t enough. When Mattie was alive, I could push it down inside me because I had things to do, I had to look after her.

And now …

I still have things to do.

I press my hands over my eyes and then I lower them and take a look around. This room is, of course, no less spectacular than any other part of the house. It’s so much bigger than any room with a toilet in it has a right to be. There’s a separate shower and a bathtub. The towels over the towel rack look softer than anything I’ve ever dried my hands with. The expanse of mirror over the side-by-side sinks is surrounded by lights.

I close the door loudly, just in case they’re listening downstairs, and then I move farther along the hallway, until I find the room that must be Silas and his wife’s. There’s a king-size bed in the middle of it, covered in a clean white comforter. The door to a walk-in closet is half open. There’s a vanity in one corner of the room, and a mahogany desk with a laptop on it in the other. I tiptoe over to it and move the cursor. The screen lights, prompting a password for desktop access. Shit … there’s a color photo on the desk, him and his kids. I pick it up and turn it over but there’s nothing on the back of it. I lift the laptop up. Nothing.

I open every drawer, riffling through them, shifting through papers and junk for anything that could be a book or a notepad with a goddamn list of passwords in it—people are still stupid enough to do that, aren’t they?—and find nothing. I fight the urge to slam the last drawer shut and push my hair from my face, frustrated. I’ve been up here too long.

I’ve got to get back.

I slink out of the bedroom, go into the bathroom and flush the toilet before I make my way downstairs.

I find Silas still in the kitchen, leaning on the island, scrolling through his phone.

His phone.

Kendall’s gone. I turn my face to the window. I can hear Noah and his sister talking faintly through the glass.

“Can I get you a drink or something, Lera?”

I nod without looking at him and he sets his phone down and goes into the fridge. I reach out quickly to touch the screen so it stays unlocked, but I don’t have time to pocket it.

Silas doesn’t ask me what I want, just sets a bottle of water between us. He gets one for himself and I watch him twist the cap off. His hands are big, veins snaking along the tops of them, his fingers are thick.

They look … strong.

“Welcome to the neighborhood.” Silas nods at the water and I open it. “I think my wife made a gift basket for your mom and dad. We were going to run it to you this weekend but you can just take it home. How are you liking Montgomery so far?”

I shrug and take a sip of the water and it is ice cold relief against my parched throat. My eyes drift to the still unlocked screen of his phone. I don’t know how long before it’ll turn off on its own. A few minutes, five, ten if I’m lucky …

“The Cornells’ house is pretty nice.”

“Y-yeah.”

Because I have to speak sometime, don’t I.

“What do you like most about it?”

“F-four w-walls and a roof.”

“It’s a real boon to Montgomery, having your parents in the community. I know it’s no fun having to uproot your life especially during your senior year. Your father’s research in…” He trails off, frowning. “What was it, again?”

“S-something…” Fuck. “Important.”

He laughs softly, the lines beside his eyes crinkling. “Okay.” Then all the laughter is gone, just like that and it’s awful when someone can do that, turn it on and off in less than the time it takes to blink. “Your car—I thought I saw it earlier.”

I set the water down.

“W-where?”

The silence between us is heavy and all I can think is I want away from him. I want away from him, I want away from him now …

He pauses. “Never mind.”

The back door slides open and Noah leans his head in, dripping water all over the hardwood floor. “Hey, Dad, you wanna grab me a drink and that leftover roast beef sandwich in the fridge? Lera, you coming back out?”

“Sure,” Silas says.

“Noah—”

Noah turns at Kendall’s voice. Silas puts his back to me as he opens the fridge. I grab his phone and slip it into the pocket and then I just— I don’t remember the hurried trip down the front hall. I don’t remember opening or closing the front door. I’m outside and I’m breathing hard, like I’ve run some kind of marathon as I fumble my car door open, getting myself half-inside the driver’s seat. I swipe through Silas’s contacts with sweaty hands. Keith isn’t in there. Darren isn’t. But Jack—Jack H is. Langford. Place called Langford, at 451 Twining Street, Langford … 451— “I’ll take my phone back now.”