Lighthouse Road (Cedar Cove #1)(51)

Moving into the living room, Grace threw herself into a chair and closed her eyes.

Dan wasn’t coming home.

Again he’d taken nothing with him—only the clothes on his back. He’d abandoned everything else. His clothes, his personal possessions, his marriage and family.

She couldn’t say how she knew, but she felt it with a certainty that was inexplicable.

She didn’t contact Troy Davis or even Olivia; she wouldn’t tell anyone until at least a few days had passed. Her husband had been furious with her the last time. He’d pulled this horrible stunt, worried her to the point of physical illness and then been outraged that she’d called the police. Dan had said she’d embarrassed him. Not once had he taken into account what he’d put her through. Two days of bitter, sullen silence had passed before they could speak to each other again. Now this.

Grace was right—Dan didn’t come home after work, nor did he show up that night. Despite a determined effort, she didn’t sleep. Her mind played tricks on her until, too exhausted to do anything else, she drifted off an hour before the alarm buzzed. She was tempted to call in sick, but decided against that. Staying home, pacing and worrying about where her husband might be or with whom, wasn’t going to help.

Tuesday afternoon, she walked hopefully into the house and found it cold and silent. Dan wasn’t back. The phone rang and she nearly tore it off the wall in her eagerness to answer.

“Mom, I just want to thank you and Dad for having Paul and me over for dinner.”

“It was our pleasure,” Grace said, doing her best to hide her fears.

“Daddy was in a good mood.”

“Yes, he was.” Grace closed her eyes in an effort to concentrate on the conversation.

“Mom,” her daughter said cautiously, “is everything all right?”

“Of course…I think so,” she corrected.

The line went silent, then, “What does that mean?”

Because she didn’t know where else to turn, Grace told her daughter. “I haven’t seen your father in nearly two days.”

“You haven’t seen Dad? But where is he?” Kelly asked, anxiety sharpening her voice.

“I…don’t know.”

“Shouldn’t you call someone?”

“I phoned the police the first time and learned that—”

“This has happened before?” Kelly cried. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her daughter was upset with her, and that was the last thing Grace wanted. Not with Kelly pregnant. A risky pregnancy at that.

“I’m on my way over,” Kelly said adamantly.

“Kelly, no, there’s nothing you can do.”

“Does Maryellen know?”

Grace released a shuddering sigh. “I…I haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m coming over,” her daughter insisted, and then slammed down the phone.

Twenty minutes later, both Maryellen and Kelly arrived. They stormed into the house like avenging angels.

“What happened?” Maryellen demanded. The two girls gathered around the very table where they’d sat as children.

Grace told them everything she could remember.

“Where would Daddy go?”

Grace forced herself to look away. Although she didn’t want to admit the possibility, she had to let them know her thoughts. “I think there might be another woman.”

Both of her daughters vehemently rejected that idea.

“No,” Maryellen said first.

“Not Daddy,” Kelly chimed in. “How can you even suggest such a thing?”

Dan had denied it, too. But he’d been so emotionally detached from her lately, so remote and moody. Another woman was the only plausible excuse that would explain his behavior.

“I don’t believe that,” Maryellen insisted.

“Then where is he?” she cried.

Neither of her daughters answered.

“Think,” Kelly urged.

“What could Daddy have been looking for?” Maryellen asked. “You said it seemed like he was searching for something before he left.”

“But he didn’t take anything.” Grace had carefully folded all his clothes and placed them back inside the drawers. Apparently he’d found whatever he’d been seeking with such impatience, although she couldn’t find a single thing missing.

“He’s coming back,” Kelly said. “Otherwise he would’ve packed a suitcase.”

“Of course he’s coming back,” Maryellen agreed, as though it was a foregone conclusion.

“I’m sure he will,” Grace said. He had the first time, hadn’t he? That gave her hope, although her heart told her something else.

They were all silent after that. There seemed nothing left to say. Grace reached for her daughters’ hands and squeezed them, hoping to offer reassurance when she had damn little to give.

“What are we going to do next?” Maryellen, the no-nonsense one, was determined to take some kind of action. Grace didn’t know how to advise her. Maryellen was the daughter of her heart. She didn’t favor one girl over the other, but her oldest child was most like her. Maryellen had married young and unwisely, and, after one year, divorced. Now in her mid-thirties, she didn’t seem likely to repeat the experience. Grace had wanted a different life for her, but Maryellen, who managed a local art gallery, seemed content, and that was all that mattered.