Lost (43 page)

In the next instant, Cindy’s mother and sister came flying into the room, crying happily, and gathered Julia inside their arms, smothering her face with kisses.

Moments later, the women sat huddled together at the kitchen table, their bewildered faces heavy with anger, relief, and pain, as they tried to recover from the shock of the early-morning revelations.

“I’m really sorry,” Julia told them, standing next to her father on the other side of the room. “I honestly didn’t think everybody would be so upset.”

“You didn’t think we’d be upset?” Her grandmother’s head shook from side to side in disbelief.

“You didn’t think, period,” Leigh said bitterly.

“How could you do this to Mom?” Heather asked.

“I said I was sorry,” Julia said testily.

“Okay,” the Cookie chirped into the silence that followed. “I think we’ve said everything that needs to be said. There’s nothing to be gained from going over the whole thing ad nauseam.”

“I’ll call the newspapers first thing in the morning,” Tom said. “Tell them Julia’s come home.” He squeezed Julia’s hand. “That she’s ready for her close-up.”

Julia smiled, her free hand automatically reaching up to smooth the side of her hair.

Cindy stared at her older daughter. Still just a child really, despite her twenty-one years. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe time would bring some measure of maturity. Or maybe not. Maybe Julia would always be a bit of a monster. Maybe her single-minded self-absorption was the very quality that would make her a star, her obvious contempt for the feelings of others resulting in her being adored by millions.

Her father’s daughter all right.

But her daughter too.

Cindy walked to the phone and punched in the number for the Fifty-third Division. “I’d like to speak to the officer in charge, please.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tom demanded.

“If you tell the police the truth, I’ll deny it,” Julia said quickly. “I’ll say you were in on the whole thing from the beginning.”

“This is ridiculous,” the Cookie snapped. “You’re just doing this to get back at Tom and I.”

“Tom and
me,”
Heather said from her seat at the kitchen table.

“What?”

“Object of the preposition,” Heather said.

“I don’t believe this! Tom, do something.”

“Mom, please,” Julia pleaded. “I just want to come home.”

The words tugged at Cindy’s heart.

“Officer Medavoy,” a familiar voice announced in Cindy’s ear.

“Officer Medavoy, it’s Cindy Carver. We met the other night. My daughter Heather …”

“Yes, of course. How is she?”

“She’s wonderful. Wonderful,” Cindy repeated, her eyes absorbing the miracle that was her younger child. All these years she’d overlooked Heather’s quiet light because she’d been so blinded by the raging fire that was Julia. All those years Cindy had given short shrift to one daughter because she was so busy mourning the loss of the other. And now Julia was back, and she was saying exactly what Cindy had been waiting a lifetime to hear:
Please, Mom. I just want to come home
.

And it was too late.

“It’s my other daughter I’m calling about. Julia.”

A collective intake of breath.

“She’s home,” Cindy told the officer. She closed her eyes, shook her head, a cry escaping her mouth as she tried to continue. Could she really tell the police the truth, knowing that her daughter might go to jail, her dreams of stardom over? Hadn’t the last two weeks seen enough misery and shattered dreams to last a lifetime? “She waltzed in about an hour ago,” Cindy announced, “totally unaware of everything that’s been happening.”

“Thank God,” she heard the Cookie whisper, as Julia
burst into a flood of grateful tears against her father’s chest.

Cindy continued reading from the invisible script her ex-husband and daughter had prepared, surprised by how convincing she managed to sound. Tom was right. When all was said and done, what other choice did she have? “Thank you,” she told the officer before hanging up the phone and facing the others. “He said he’ll let Detectives Bartolli and Gill know what’s happened, that they’ll probably contact us first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you so much, Mom,” Julia whispered.

“You did the right thing,” Tom said.

Cindy glanced toward the kitchen table, expecting to see at least a hint of recrimination in her mother’s eyes, a scowl of disapproval on her sister’s lips, a look of disappointment on Heather’s face. But all three women were nodding their tearful support. There were no judgments here, Cindy realized. Only love.

Tom kissed Julia’s forehead. “Try to get some sleep, sweetie. You want to look good for the reporters in the morning.” He touched the Cookie’s elbow, began leading her toward the hall.

“Wait,” Cindy called out. What was she doing now?

“Cindy, we’re all beat. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?”

“Julia can’t stay here.” The words were out of Cindy’s mouth almost before she realized they were in her head.

“What?” Tom stopped abruptly.

“What?” Julia echoed.

“You can’t stay here,” Cindy said again, the words sounding no less strange for having repeated them.

“I don’t understand.”

Cindy took a deep breath, releasing the air slowly from
her lungs, feeling her heart about to burst. “I love you, darling. I always will. You know that. And I’m so sorry.” She glanced from Julia to Tom, then back again. “It’s just that I can’t spend any more time living with someone I don’t really like.”

Julia’s eyes filled with unexpected tears. She quickly lowered her head, her hair falling across her face as it had during her audition for Michael Kinsolving.

(Fantasy: Julia raises her head, tears falling the length of her cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” she says. “Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I love you more than anything in the world. I promise I’ll change. I promise things will be so different from now on.”)

Julia remained in that posture for several seconds, then a toss of her hair, a shrug of her shoulders, brought her head back up. When her eyes next met her mother’s, the tears were gone. “Whatever. I’ll stay at Dad’s.”

The Cookie’s eyes widened in alarm.

Could she really do this? Cindy wondered. Could she really send her daughter away? Was she prepared to lose her again, possibly forever? Cindy felt her body shudder, as if finally absorbing the fact that Julia had been lost to her a long time ago.

Julia stood in the middle of the kitchen, not moving, as if giving her mother a few extra seconds to change her mind. “Okay, then. If that’s the way you want it. Come on, Elvis. We’re going back to Dad’s.”

“Oh no,” the Cookie wailed. “I will not have that mangy mutt peeing on my good carpets again.”

“Come on, Elvis,” Julia repeated, as if the Cookie hadn’t spoken.

Elvis slowly raised himself up from his position
underneath the kitchen table and lumbered over to the middle of the room to where Cindy was standing. Then he barked loudly three times, and stretched himself across the top of Cindy’s feet.

“Fine.” Julia rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Stay here, if that’s what you want.”

“Thank God,” the Cookie muttered.

“Shut up,” Julia snapped.

“You shut up.”

“Ladies, please,” Tom implored, ushering the two young women toward the front door without so much as a backward glance.

Cindy followed, her eyes trailing after them as they walked down the street. She saw Julia climb into her father’s car, watched that car pull away from the curb, then turn the corner onto Avenue Road.

And then she was gone.

(Flashback: Julia, age fourteen, her ponytail waving behind her, carries her suitcase into her father’s waiting BMW, leaving her childhood—and her mother—behind.)

“Are you all right?” Heather asked, coming up behind her.

Cindy nodded. “I’m okay,” she said, realizing that she was.

Maybe nothing would ever completely heal the wound in her heart, maybe there would always be a part of her that wanted to run down the street after her older daughter and beg her to come home. But it was too late for that. Julia wasn’t fourteen anymore. She was all grown up now. An adult, with a mind and a will of her own. And, thank God, she was healthy and strong and safe. Hell, she was indestructible.

They were the ones who’d been battered and bruised and beaten these last few weeks, Cindy realized. For fourteen days they’d been treading water and holding their breath, struggling to keep their heads above the cruel current. Their lives had been turned upside down and inside out. And now, suddenly, it was over. Just like that. Two weeks of slow torture resolved in mere seconds.

And yet those seconds would resonate with all of them for the rest of their lives.

“How are you guys?”

“Tired,” said her mother.

“Exhausted,” said Leigh.

“We should get to bed.”

“What do you think will happen tomorrow?” her mother asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Neil’s coming over with bagels,” Heather reminded them.

Cindy smiled at the three women. “I love you,” she said simply.

“We love you too,” they said in unison.

Elvis lifted himself off Cindy’s feet and stared at her expectantly.

“Don’t worry,” Cindy told the dog. “We love you too.”

(Final images: Cindy drapes one arm across her daughter’s shoulder as the other arm stretches to accommodate both her mother and sister; the dog’s tail snaps hopefully against her leg as she guides everyone toward the stairs.)

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you’re in danger, you and Amanda
.

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