Chapter 8






We all stared at him and he continued gazing down at the picture on his phone.  His hands were shaking and his eyes glistened with a hint of tears.  He took a deep breath as if trying to push everything down, trying not to fall apart with all of us right there watching.

“David,” Will said, standing and walking over to him, “why don’t you have a seat.”  David didn’t move, so Will gently held his arm and started to guide him toward the sofa.  “Come on, just sit down right here, and then we can all talk and try to figure this out.”

David nodded and sat down next to me.  I took one of his hands in mine and he turned toward me.  “I didn’t know,” he whispered.

“Wait a minute,” Dr. Cowart said, as he and Will both took their seats again, “you mean you had no idea you were adopted?”

“No…I knew that.  I always knew that.  My sister and I were both adopted, and our parents always talked to us about it.  No, what I mean is I didn’t know about Amelia Davis, her baby, any of this.”

Will asked the next question.  “So finding your birth mother was not why you came here?”

David looked at him.  “I didn’t know anything about my birth mother.  The adoption records were sealed, and I never really tried to get access to the information.  I mean…I was curious.  Of course I was curious, but I had a family and I was happy, so I was willing to wait.  What brought me here was something else, something I needed to investigate.”

“So what did bring you here?”

Again he glanced over at me, the only person with whom he had shared that information.  He seemed to be searching for some advice, but I had none to give him.  “If you want to tell them, that’s up to you,” I said.

He looked at Will, then at Dr. Cowart, and shook his head.  “No.  I can’t get into all of that.  I only told Sarah because she started guessing some stuff.  She’s the one who made the Amelia Davis connection in the first place.  But anyone else would think I was crazy.  I’m sorry, I know you’re all curious.”

Dr. Cowart came over and patted David’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry about that, son.  Your business is your business.  You have the right to decide who you tell and don’t tell.”

David nodded.  “Thank you for that.”

I was confused about one thing.  “Um, David.  You said you didn’t come here looking for your birth mother.  You mean you didn’t suspect at all that that’s what you’d find here?  That that was the meaning of all of…of everything?”

“Maybe I suspected.  I don’t know.  I think it was in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t my main reason for coming here.”

“And then when I told you about Amelia…and the baby..?”

“Yeah, I started putting some things together then.  But I wasn’t sure.  I mean I thought that…if it was true…I thought I’d know.”

“And now you know?”

He smiled, and I was glad to see he was starting to relax a bit.  “Know?  How can I know?  We’ve got these baby pictures, but newborn babies have a way of all looking alike.  So it’s still hard to tell.  But yeah, I’m pretty sure now.  I mean it explains everything, right?”

“What do you mean it explains everything?” Dr. Cowart asked.  “You mean you have an idea who killed her?”

David shook his head.  “No, I don’t know anything at all about that.  But it explains…things.”

“Okay,” Dr. Cowart said, “you don’t have to say anymore.  You already told us it was private, so we’ll just back off and let you do what you need to do.  But if you need any help, feel free to ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.  Thank you.”

Will stood up then.  “Well, on that note I think it’s time for me to go.”

“Don’t feel like you have to,” David said.  “I mean I’d like to tell you more…It’s just that…”

“Oh, no, it’s not that.  I just need to be on my way.  I’m going over to Jenny Morris’s for dinner tonight.”

“Jenny Morris?  Really?” I said, standing up. 

Will laughed.  “Yes, Jenny Morris.  But you can’t tell Mom.”

“Wow, first beer, now a secret girlfriend.  You’ve got a regular double life going on.”

“No, it’s not like that.  We’re not dating—not really. We just hang out in the evenings sometimes, and she offers to cook for me—which is good because a man can only survive on frozen pizza for so long.  But really, there’s nothing going on.  I haven’t even kissed her.  But I don’t want Mom to know because you know how she gets.  She’ll have the entire wedding planned before I even have time to propose.”

“And will you propose?”

“Come on Sarah!  I just said I haven’t even kissed her.  We’re really good friends, that’s all.  Would I like more?  Maybe.  And maybe she does too, but we work together so we don’t want it to get weird.”

“Okay, okay.  I’ll keep your dirty little secret, but you’ll owe me.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said, hugging me.  “Bye, Sis.  Bye David, Dr. Cowart.”

David stood at this point and came over to shake Will’s hand.  “Goodbye Will.  It looks like I’m going to be staying here for a while now, so I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

He picked up the box that he’d set by the door and left, and then David and I said our goodbyes to Dr. Cowart.  We walked out to the car and David drove me home.

After we pulled up in the driveway, I said, “Would you like to come in?” 

He shook his head. 

“Are you sure?  You haven’t had dinner yet, and when my mom’s not bringing home piles of leftovers from the restaurant, she’s cooking enough food to feed an army.”

“No, I’ve got some stuff I can heat up, so I’ll just go now.”

“Are you okay?”

He looked at me and those beautiful dark eyes once again seem to penetrate all the way into the depths of my soul.  We just gazed at each other for a long time and then he smiled—that smile that spoke to me in ways I could not begin to understand.  Nodding, he said, “Yes, I’m okay.  I just need to be alone with all of this, to sort some things out in my head.”

“Okay.  Just come and see me again alright?  I’m officially involved in this now, so I want to know what you find out.”

“I’ll keep you in the loop, don’t worry.  Bye Sarah.”

“Bye David.”

But I didn’t get out of the car right away.  With my heart pounding in my chest I took a chance and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.  Then without saying another word I opened the car door and sprinted up the driveway and into the house.



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My mind was so full of thoughts as I lay in bed that night that I have no idea how I managed to fall asleep.  But somehow I did.  I slept and I dreamed—of rivers and old gnarled trees, of blood and death and abandoned babies.  I dreamed of David.  I saw him standing on the riverbank looking out over the water.  He looked over at me and held out his hand.  I took it and we smiled at each other.  We seemed to float up and up and up until the whole world disappeared and it was just me and him.  Then he let me go and I was falling, but of course in dreams you never hit the ground so the next thing I knew I was back in the clearing by the old tree.  And I saw a foot sticking out from under a bush.  Amelia Davis’s foot.  But when I pulled back the leaves to see what was there, it was not Amelia’s body that I found.  It was David’s.  His lifeless eyes looked at me and through me and I tried to scream but there was no air. And then he grabbed my wrist and sat up.  He put his face close to mine and shouted one word.  “Help!”

My eyes shot open and I was in my room again, safe and sound.  My heart was racing and I was wide awake.  I tried to calm myself down, to tell myself that it was just a dream, but then I heard it again.  It was like a whisper but at the same time it was so loud it made my ears ring.  “Help!”

It was David’s voice.




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