Part 9 (1/2)

”Yes. And to a.s.sure you that if I do find her, you will be the first to know.” He paused, eyes fixed on hers. When he spoke again, his voice was softer. ”But mostly, I came with a message for you. And for the memories you have of Mich.e.l.le.”

His words stopped her cold.

Stephen placed a large hand on the desk, palm flat on the wood surface, ringed fingers spread wide.

”I see your pain, Olivia. That feeling that you're cut off from life, and that you'll never find your way back to the happiness you knew before you lost your way.”

Tears began pooling in her eyes as he continued speaking in a low voice. She wanted to stand up, back away, but she couldn't move. A hurricane of emotion, terrible and wild, began to swirl deep within her.

”I've come to tell you that it's not your fault,” he said. ”Mich.e.l.le's beyond suffering, and yet you suffer, trapped in this h.e.l.l of your own making. Set yourself free, Olivia. Free to love your daughter as she is, not as you wish she could be. In this you will find more peace than you can possibly imagine.”

She wanted to scream. Wanted to tell him that he didn't know what he was talking about. That he had no right to say what he was saying. He had no right. He had no idea what she'd suffered, what pain she lived with, how alone she was.

But his words moved through her like a warm breath, a.s.suring her of their truth. How did he know? How could he know?

She closed her eyes and swallowed, aware that her pulse was pounding and that her breathing had quickened.

”You are loved, Olivia.” His voice came like honey, softer now. ”More than you can possibly comprehend. Forgive yourself for anything you thought you might have done or not done. Forgive the world. Let it all go. Be free now and always.”

Olivia felt her emotion rise, unchecked. Felt her control begin to slip as the world blurred behind the hot tears that flowed freely from her eyes.

”It's going to be okay,” he said.

The room was still, and the air thick, but with those words, a strange, comforting peace settled over her. Time seemed to stretch in the silence.

Then she heard the soft click of the door closing.

When she opened her eyes . . . he was gone. Only a black card inscribed with the word Outlaw remained where he'd been seated. But he'd left far more, hadn't he?

Mich.e.l.le was forever gone.

Alice was now lost.

And yet Olivia couldn't help but to think that she had just found a missing part of herself.

She lowered her head to the desk, let out a long, trembling breath, and began to sob.

I'm so sorry, Alice.

EPISODE TWO.

9.

Day Seven

THE SOUNDS that came from the swamp outside chilled my bones as I lay in bed past midnight that first night in my new home, thinking I should leave then, while they were all asleep.

The problem was, I was as terrified at the prospect of escaping as I was of staying. I didn't know where I was, only that there were swamps all around. The road we'd come in led past the others' homes, I'd learned, and was guarded by Zeke's dogs to keep people away from these parts. But the idea of trying to find another way in the dark felt like an impossibility to me.

I had to try to get down that road and I had to do it while everyone else was asleep.

Kathryn had taken me into the house and proudly showed me my new home. A mud room just past the porch opened up to the main room-couch and chairs on the right and the kitchen on the left, all spic-and-span even though most of the furniture looked like it had been used for many years.

At a loss, I looked around, but Kathryn was focused on one thing: she had to get me clean. So, despite Bobby's excitement to show me his room, she led me first to the bathroom and told me to get undressed while she filled the bathtub.

Naturally I was a little embarra.s.sed to take off my clothes in front of a stranger, even if she was my mother, but I did what she asked because there was nothing in me that suggested resisting her would be helpful. And she was only trying to help me clean up, right?

I even let her scrub my feet and clip my fingernails. To my knowledge only much younger children were cared for in such a doting fas.h.i.+on, but I didn't want to find out what might happen if I told her to stop. So I just went along. And in doing so I even wondered if maybe it would be best to stay. Maybe I was just overreacting because everything was so new to me.

She'd then laid out pink and yellow pajamas and told me to dress while she finished getting my celebration dinner ready. I was the prodigal daughter, as she called me, finally come home and there was great cause for rejoicing.

We ate at an old square table, a meal over which Kathryn, not Wyatt, presided. She was the master of the house-Wyatt was much quieter in her presence than he'd been on the road. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't afraid of her, but he was careful to do exactly what she wanted. I guessed that he spoke less around her because he didn't want to say the wrong thing, much like me.

Bobby, on the other hand, wasn't as discreet. Only when Kathryn warned him in a quiet but commanding voice that if he kept asking me silly questions he would have to do some silent time, did he keep quiet. He satisfied himself then by watching me intently between bites and breaking into a big, crooked-toothed smile every time I looked at him.

I liked Bobby very much. Also Wyatt. And I liked Kathryn, but there was a frantic desperation in her eyes that made me anxious. She was my mother, yes, but I think she wanted me to be the perfect something that had already formed in her mind. The spotless lamb, as she called it.

What would happen if I couldn't be what she wanted me to be?

”You're very quiet, sweetheart,” Kathryn had said earlier, as I picked at the food she'd prepared. ”Are you all right?”

”Yes. I'm fine.”

”Call me Mother, angel.”

I hesitated. ”Yes, I'm fine, Mother.”

”Thank you,” she purred. ”Do you like the goulash?”

”It's very good, thank you.”

”Mother.”

”It's very good, Mother.”

”Is there anything you'd like to ask me? You must have questions. This has all happened so fast.”

I had many questions. Could I really leave if I wanted to? Could I at least call John and Louise and tell them I was okay? Why was she so sure the authorities would never let me stay with her if they learned that she was my mother? What was the best way for me to get back home?

But I didn't want to cause any concern or raise her suspicions because I already knew that I had to leave.

So I said no. I was fine. It was all new and I just had to get used to things. And I called her Mother, which I understood-she'd gone so long without me and hearing me call her Mother made it feel more real to her. I didn't mind that.