Sidney Sheldon's Chasing Tomorrow (Tracy Whitney #2)(110)

“And Mom’s useless.”

“Hey!” said Tracy, forcing a smile. “I resent that.”

“I don’t mind beating you at Smash Bros. after lunch,” said Jeff. “As long as you don’t cry about it.”

“Ha!” Nicholas scoffed. “You’ll be the one crying. Beat me, as if!”

“But it’ll have to be our last game for a while, sport. I’m leaving in the morning.”

Tracy, Blake and Nicholas all froze. Nicholas looked stricken.

“Leaving? Why? I thought you were staying till Halloween at least?”

“Something came up,” said Jeff, as casually as he could. “Couldn’t be helped, I’m afraid.”

“What came up?”

“Work. It’s been a great vacation, buddy, but all vacations have to come to an end.”

“Hmm.” Nicholas sounded distinctly unimpressed by this logic. “What is your work anyway, Uncle Jeff?” he asked. “What do you do?”

“Er . . .” Flustered, Jeff looked at Tracy. “I . . . well, I, er . . .”

“Uncle Jeff’s in the antiques business,” Tracy said firmly, not missing a beat. “Now go wash up for lunch.”

THE NEXT MORNING TRACY woke early, long before dawn. She’d had terrible dreams.

She was drowning, sinking, gasping for breath as huge waves crashed over her and powerful currents pulled her deeper and deeper into the black icy depths. She could hear Jeff screaming. “I’m here, Tracy! I’m here! Take my hand!” But when she reached out for him he was gone.

She made herself some coffee and sat downstairs alone, waiting for the sun to rise. She’d felt so peaceful here once, so contented. In this kitchen, this house, this little town in the mountains. Just her and her son and Blake. She’d buried the past. Not just Jeff Stevens, but herself too, the person who she used to be. She’d laid them to rest and mourned them and she’d moved on. At least that’s what she’d told herself all these years.

What a fool I was! Tracy knew now that the past could never be buried. It was a part of her, the same way that her eyes and skin and heartbeat were a part of her. Jeff was a part of her, and not only because of Nick.

She wondered if she would ever feel contented again. Or was she destined always to live a half-life? To choose one version of herself and sacrifice the others, forever?

Jeff left after breakfast. He came down packed and smiling, making light of his departure, for Nicholas’s sake. There were no lingering good-byes. He and Tracy had agreed on that last night. Instead they kissed each other on the cheek and hugged, like the old friends they were.


“Take care of him,” Jeff said gruffly. “Take care of yourself.”

Then he climbed into his rented station wagon and drove away.

Nicholas stood on the porch, hand in hand with his mother, watching Jeff’s car until it disappeared out of sight.

“I love Uncle Jeff.” He sighed. “He’s so fun. We will see him again, won’t we, Mom?”

Tracy squeezed her son’s hand tightly.

“I expect so, my darling. You never really know what tomorrow might bring.”