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Maybe Haddie’s words were simply the way a child would explain her fear and confusion. Things that were scary to her caused pressure to build inside. He thought about how Haddie had appeared frightened of him the first time he’d been in her presence. So frightened she’d wet herself. “Am I heavy, Haddie?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You’re light. Like my mommy. Only . . . different.” She appeared to think for a moment. “She’s light like air. You’re light like fire.”
She stared at him with a surety he’d never seen before in a child’s eyes and tenderness filled him. Whatever she’d been afraid of that day, it hadn’t been him. He felt inexplicably honored by her words. Humbled. Relieved. “Thank you, Haddie.”
He stood and so did Scarlett. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. “What do we do now?” she asked.
Camden looked behind him, squinting out into the canyon. “We call the authorities. We get as many people here from outside Farrow as we possibly can.”CHAPTER FORTYIt had been two days. Two days since the state and local authorities had come to lift Kandace’s body out of the hidden cliffside cave, along with the ancient bones found deeper within, those believed to belong to an indigenous woman named Taluta, and her husband.
In that time, it had been verified that it was indeed Kandace Thompson’s body that had long lain in wait, and that she had sustained two gunshot wounds, one to her shoulder blade, and the other, surely the fatal blow, to her upper torso. In those forty-eight hours, Scarlett’s emotions had swung wildly between heartbreak and deep anger, knowing that her friend had died alone in a dark cave, and that somebody had known how and why all this time. Murdered. At seventeen. Her family had cast her away, and this was what happened. Kandace, I’m so sorry . . . for what you went through . . . for how it ended. I’d give anything to go back in time and help you. God, she ached.
Things were unraveling. Scarlett could feel it, and yet a sense of doom pervaded, sucking the air from the room. This town had long-held secrets. They weren’t going to let go of them so easily.
She had to help ensure they didn’t have a choice. Light exposes darkness, she reminded herself. It always does. And Kandace’s remains might just be that beacon. Her friend deserved that justice, among many others.
Camden had spent the night with her, slipping from her bed and leaving Lilith House quietly in the pre-dawn hours so as not to wake Haddie in the next room. Scarlett continued to catch her daughter shooting Camden curious looks, despite his commitment to follow her lead into the dark forest upon her word alone, and despite that he’d listened so kindly, so intently, as she’d attempted to explain the Haddie-isms Scarlett was well acquainted with. But Scarlett figured that was normal. Her daughter had never once seen her with a man. It was a new, and possibly upsetting, experience for her. It would take time. And it would take smoother waters before Scarlett had the luxury of addressing her new relationship with her child. Now was simply not the time.
She smiled softly as she walked past the open bedroom door where Millie and Haddie were playing, Haddie teetering across the floor in an old pair of Scarlett’s heels, Millie swinging one of Haddie’s dress-up boas around her neck and saying something in a French accent that made Haddie giggle.
Scarlett’s cell phone rang and she pulled it from her pocket, hurrying down the hall and sitting on a window seat overlooking the woods as she answered the unknown number. “Hello?”
“Scarlett? This is Dru Dorrington, formerly Thompson.” She gave a small laugh. “I was a Kaufman and a Hadlock between the two.”
Scarlett was glad the woman couldn’t see her grimace. She’d been married twice more in the years since Kandace had gone to Lilith House and never come home? Didn’t it seem right that one should run out of chances to obtain a license after failing at marriage half a dozen times or more? “Thank you so much for getting back to me, Mrs. Dorrington. I really . . . I just wanted to give my deepest condolences.”
“Call me Dru, darling. And thank you. I’m so glad you called. I’m just stunned. I don’t know how to feel. Murdered. My Kandace.” She paused. “I can’t say it was a shock to learn she’d run away, nor a shock to learn she’d got mixed up in something ugly that cost her life. But . . . there’s relief too. I can bury her now. Lord knows, I’m more experienced buying white dresses than black, but I’ll have to stretch my wings.” She gave a short laugh that felt like a needle pricking Scarlett’s heart.
