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The red BMW was
waiting for me as if it had always been mine. I tried, again, to call Aaron and
my parents on their cell phones, but when no one answered I threw the car into
gear and left the von Shelton estate.
I saw the car
parked in front of the blue house almost as soon as I turned onto Sutton
Street. By the time I crookedly parked the BMW behind it and stumbled out, the
tears were pouring freely down my face. I stood at the front door sobbing and
fumbling with my keys for nearly five minutes before I managed to get the door
open, and by that time I couldn’t find the breath to call out.
It wasn’t
necessary. “Rain!” I heard the startled whisper as I stood near the door
catching my breath. The sound of my own name brought a fresh rush of tears to
my eyes.
“Aunt Ronnie.”
She had me swept into her embrace a moment later, and I laid my head against
her shoulder. I didn’t realize how badly I needed a hug until I felt her
familiar arms around me.
“Oh, Rain,” she
squeezed me, and for several minutes we
stood there and cried together. Finally she pulled away, wiping tears off her
cheeks. “Honey, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for
you. And Aaron. And my…and…everybody.”
“Rain,” her
brown eyes, so much like my mother’s, were filled with pain as she reached out
to brush a stray curl behind my ear. “You can’t be here.”
“But you haven’t
been answering my calls! I had to come here.”
“Oh, Rain,” she
turned away, bowing her head to hide behind a black curtain of hair. “I can’t
take your calls. I can’t talk to you, and neither can Aaron. Not right now.”
“What? But Aunt
Ronnie-”
“It’s not me,
Rain, it’s the lawyer.” She held up her hands defensively.
“Rain? Rain!”
My breath caught
in my throat, and for a moment I couldn’t catch it to speak. “Aaron!”
He appeared at
the top of the stairs. Aunt Ronnie stepped before me, blocking my view of him
just as he came into sight. “No. Aaron, back upstairs. Do you want to make
things worse than they already are? Rain, you’ve got to go.” She put her hands
on my shoulders and bodily turned me toward the door. “Aaron, upstairs!”
I’d heard her
use that firm tone only once before, when I was six. I’d found the birth
control pills in her purse and thought they were candy. Aaron was no longer
rushing down the stairs, and I had no choice but to let her physically push me
out the front door.
“Aunt Ronnie,” I turned and seized her hand, my eyes boring
into hers. “Just tell me why they did it. Just tell me they aren’t terrible
people.” I didn’t even know how important it was to me until that moment, that
horrible moment when I saw my entire childhood being pulled away from me on the
front porch of that blue house on Sutton Street. If the parents who raised me
were capable of committing such a terrible crime…then what did that make me?
The desperation in my eyes made Ronnie look away; I saw her swallow several
times before any words came out of her throat.
“I can only tell
you to ask Violet von Shelton. She knows the answers to your questions. I can’t
talk to you. I’m so sorry, Rain.” The door closed to punctuate her statement,
and I was left standing alone on what used to be my own front porch. I slipped
my key ring out of my purse, the one with my house keys and the keys to my
Corvair, and placed it on the welcome mat.
There was
nothing left to do but climb into the BMW and go back to the von Shelton
mansion. It was the only thing like a home I had left…and apparently, it was
the place with all the answers.
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