After what he’d done for me. For Mom.
“I’m getting better.” I held up a duffel bag. “I brought you some clothes and a magazine.”
“Thanks.” He nodded. “I’m getting tired of these nurses staring at my ass.”
“Since when are you tired of anyone staring at your ass?”
Cash rewarded me with half of a grin. “Touché.”
The light from a pair of headlights in the parking lot collided with the blinds and sent shadows swimming across the wall. Cash flinched and closed his eyes. I could practically feel the fear radiating from him. I touched his leg and he flinched again.
“Hey…what’s wrong?” The words felt so inadequate I wanted to be sick. I squeezed his leg through the blanket. “Cash?”
“They’re everywhere,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Them.”
I followed his gaze to the walls around us. I didn’t see anything but pasty white walls and medical equipment, but whatever Cash could see was making him terrified enough for the both of us.
“What are they?” I asked, softly.
Cash grabbed my hand and stared at our intertwined fingers. “I believe you.”
“What?”
“Everything.” His fingers fell out of my hand and he turned away. “I believe everything.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes. Focused on the blood rushing through my veins and the air in my lungs. I needed Finn. He’d know what to say. He’d know what was happening with Cash. He’d be able to make everything all right with just a look, a touch, a whisper in my ear. But I hadn’t seen him since the fire. I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again after what he did for us. Alone, I just felt useless and terrified of the world lurking around me that I couldn’t see.
“Emma,” my mom said from the doorway. “The police want to ask you a few more questions.”
“In a minute,” I said over my shoulder.
She nodded. “I’ll wait in the hall.”
“Cash, it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to go back to the way it was. I promise.”
“That’s crap and you know it.” He wouldn’t look at me and I wanted to make him. I wanted him to make me believe my own lie.
“It’s not—” Cash looked at me and the words stuck to the insides of my mouth.
“We shouldn’t be here,” he said. “In a world that makes sense, we shouldn’t have made it out of that fire, Em.”
I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to lie to him anymore. “You don’t know that.”
“We shouldn’t be alive.” Cash’s eyes darted across the ceiling. He clutched the covers and hunkered down into the sheets. “We should be dead…and they know it.”
I touched his leg. Anybody else would have thought he was crazy. But I knew better. My best friend had risked his life to save mine and now something was wrong. Something had gone inconceivably wrong in that house and I didn’t know how to help him. How to take it all away.
“I have to go talk to the cops, but I’ll be back later. Promise.”
Cash didn’t look at me. Just nodded into the pillow and closed his eyes.
When I stepped into the fluorescent-lit hall, my chest twisted. Two detectives wearing suits were speaking to my mom in hushed voices and writing in their annoying little notepads. They both looked up when I walked in. The one with salt-and-pepper hair smiled and stuck out his hand.
“Hi, Emma. I’m Detective Monroe. You mind if we ask you a few questions about the fire?”
I tugged on a strand of hair coming loose from my ponytail. “I already told the cops everything when I woke up yesterday.”
He nodded and looked at his partner. “Right, but you were still in pretty bad shape then. Thought you might remember some more now.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. This was such a waste of time. I followed Detective Monroe into the waiting room and sat down in a faded dove-blue chair.
“So, the intruder,” he started. “What exactly do you remember about them?”
“Red hair. Sort of hazel-colored eyes.” I wrapped my arms around myself and looked away. Just thinking about Maeve made me sick.
“Okay. You said she was a woman, right?”
I nodded.
“How old?”
“A little younger than me, I think.” At one time, anyway.
He scribbled in his pad then tapped on his knee with his pencil. “So, not the same person who attacked you at the theater? Correct?”
I finally met his gaze. “What?”
He flipped through his notepad. “You said that was a man who attacked you there. But this was a woman?”
“Umm…” I tucked my hair behind me ear. “Yeah. That’s correct.”
“That’s pretty odd, don’t you think?”
He had no idea just how odd this all was. “I guess. Why?”
“I need to ask you something, Emma.” He waited for me to look at him. “Does your mom have a drinking problem? Does she treat you badly?”
“What? No!” I sat up in my chair. “Of course not. What the hell does that have to do with some cracked-out guy attacking me in a theater bathroom?”
Detective Monroe slipped his notepad back into his pocket. “Okay. Just calm down. With the extent of your injuries and the fact that your mother had been drinking, not to mention that we don’t have one witness who saw this woman or the man, I have to ask. I’m just trying to help you.”
Help me? I wanted to laugh. His badge wasn’t going to do me a bit of good. Not against something he probably didn’t even believe in.
“You can help me by leaving us alone.”
I got up, expecting him to stop me, but he didn’t. Instead he sighed and said, “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
…
Parker drove us back to his house from the hospital in silence. After my conversation with the cops, I didn’t really feel like talking to him about any of it. The more people I had to lie to, the more complicated this was going to get. So I went with silence, which was broken up by the occasion cough from me or my mom. We finally pulled into a gravel driveway that led to a sleepy white house set back in the trees. Through the big picture window in front, I could see a few lights on in the house.
“Do you have kids?” I asked.
Parker shook his head and ducked out of the car to open my door. “Nope. It’ll just be us.”
An hour later, after we’d eaten pizza that Parker had ordered, he showed me to the guest room. I almost fainted when I spotted the black and white print of me at Lone Pine Lake hanging from the wall. I traced the shimmer next to me and my heart fluttered painfully at the thought of Finn. I wondered if he’d ever come back.
“I can’t believe you saved this,” I whispered. Parker leaned on the wall next to me and looked at the picture.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to get your books.” He slid a box over to me with the toe of his boot that was full of secondhand paperbacks. “I picked these up today. I think there are even a couple of your dad’s in there. Your mom said you liked to read. Maybe we can rebuild your collection.”
I stared down at the books, images of Dad flashing through my mind, and my vision blurred with tears. “Thank you.”
“Okay, well, I’ll let you get settled. Good night.” Parker turned and left me in the room full of unfamiliar furniture. It smelled like fresh paint. Mom lingered in the doorway, watching me after Parker had gone.
“So how long are we staying here?” I picked up a paperback and pretended to read the blurb on the back. When she didn’t answer I tossed the book back in the box and looked at her. “Earth to Mom!”
She blinked like she’d been somewhere else and smiled.