John was at a business dinner, but he could come home at any time, and I wanted Autumn and my niece out of here first. My phone clicked over to five minutes to seven. My stomach cramped.
God, I hoped she hadn’t changed her mind. All she’d ever wanted was a family. To create the environment we’d never had growing up. It made it that much harder for her to walk away. Even if it was the only thing she could do to keep her and her daughter safe.
I slid out of my car and headed up the front steps. This McMansion in the suburbs was never something I’d pictured Autumn in. She had too much heart and soul. She was more the type for an old farmhouse with a wraparound porch and notches in a wood post where she’d measure her growing kids.
But John had wanted big. He’d said they needed to keep up appearances, which meant a pristine home without a single thing out of place. I gritted my teeth at the memory as I searched my key ring for the pink one Autumn had given me. Sliding it into the lock, I opened the door.
“Autumn?” I called.
A light was on down the hall, but everything else was dark. Too dark. Shadows danced along the walls. My heart hammered in my chest.
“Autumn?” I tried again. “Where are you?”
I heard nothing but the drip of a faucet somewhere down the hall. I moved toward the faint light in the direction of the kitchen.
A soft cry sounded from upstairs. Lucy.
I turned, heading quickly up the stairs, and moved on autopilot toward my niece’s room. The door was open, the faint glow of a nightlight shining through.
As I stepped inside, I pulled up short. A figure sat in the rocker. Autumn had hemmed and hawed over what color she’d wanted for the nursery, changing her mind at least a dozen times before settling on a pale purple. But the person in the chair now was too big to be my sister.
And they were completely ignoring the now-wailing baby in the crib as a faint breeze ruffled the gauzy curtains.
“Hello, Tara. I didn’t hear the bell.”
The voice froze me to the spot. It was so calm yet admonishing. The familiar line John so often walked.
“What’s wrong with Lucy?” I croaked, my palms sweating.
He didn’t turn to look at me, just fixed his gaze on a spot over the crib. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”
My throat constricted, tightening to the point of pain. “Where’s Autumn?”
I could barely get the words out as blood roared in my ears.
John chuckled, the sound light and airy. “I’ve given everything for my family. Worked myself to the bone to provide a good life.” He tapped a finger on the arm of the rocker. “And this is how they want to repay me?”
“Where is she?” Hot tears filled my eyes.
He laughed again, but the sound was darker this time. “I don’t know… Where’s Mommy, Lucy? Where is the traitorous whore?”
The fury broke free then, forcing him straighter in the chair. The moonlight caught on his crisp white shirt. But it wasn’t just white. There were red smears and splotches.
John slowly pushed to his feet. The moonlight illuminated his face. Red spattered what I could see of it.
Blood.
Bile surged into my throat.
“They’re mine.” His hand twitched.
A gleam of silver.
A knife.
Coated in a deep red.
John took one step and then another. “You think you can take them from me? I’ll send you all to hell first.”
And then he lunged.
I shot up in bed, face beaded with sweat, a scream lodged in my throat. My fingers fisted in the blankets as I struggled to breathe.
“Just a dream.” I murmured the words over and over. John wasn’t here. He was thousands of miles away, locked up tight.
My nightlight cast a sea of stars across the ceiling. I hadn’t been able to handle the dark after that night.
I threw back the covers. The sheets and my pajamas were damp. I wrinkled my nose, glancing at the clock. Five-thirty in the morning. Too early to start the wash, but I could at least strip the bed and get cleaned up.
Chauncey looked up from his dog bed in the corner.
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
My muscles trembled as I stood, and I took a moment to get my bearings. I pulled the sheets off the bed and left them in a pile, putting fresh ones on. Then I tiptoed across the hallway to my bathroom.
Cady always slept deeply. It took a wrecking ball to wake her up most days. But that didn’t stop me from worrying about disturbing her.
Stripping out of my sleep clothes, I turned on the water and waited for it to warm. The old pipes in this house took forever, but it was finally habitable. I took my time washing away the residue of my nightmare. Only it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a memory.