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Chasing Truth: Chapter 6

Posted on 25/07/2014

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The wind whistled around her as Mari pushed through the wrought-iron gate. She slipped her thumbs through the loops of her jeans as she wound her way through the unofficial and uneven paths barely lit by the slowly rising sun. Her feet didn’t falter. The trek was embedded in her very heels.

She didn’t stop until she reached the top of a small hill overlooking the ocean. She stopped there, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply as the wind played with her hair. A faint smile touched her lips when she turned around.

“Hey Mom. You’ve got a view today. It feels great up here.” She laughed softly and sank down into the grass. “You should’ve seen the ‘little gathering’ Raoul threw together. Iago was there. You remember he’s mayor now. I think the whole island was there. I’m pretty sure I danced with everyone too. You would’ve loved it.”

“I got back into touring yesterday. My aches have aches but it was worth it. We had a pretty good group so no one too obnoxious. Joe’s coconut shrimp is still beyond words of course. Jules is still snarky and Lani’s still Lani. It’s been a whirlwind since I’ve been back.”

She sighed and looked over at the marble headstone.

Miranda Drake. The gift of her life and love live on.

Sometimes she could still see it when she closed her eyes; the thick black fog choking out clean air, flames licking at the quaint place she’d always known as home. The fire had eaten the house faster than anything she ever witnessed in her seven years of life. The beach became the only place she felt safe. Raoul woke many nights only to find her in or seated just within reach of the waves.

“It’s good to be back. It really is. I just…sometimes I guess I feel like there’s something…more. Something missing. I just don’t know what. I didn’t find it at school either. Whatever it is.” She sighed and stretched out onto her back to stare up at the sky. “I thought getting away might tell me something I didn’t know. It was probably good to get away too. Papa and Allie needed time to do their whole married thing and I needed to learn how to not be his shadow.” She smiled to herself. “She’s good to him, Mom. You’d love her.”

“I missed this pretty much the entire time I was gone though. Did you? Was he amazing enough to make up for it? Or did it suck and he was just worth it?”

She restlessly rolled over onto her stomach. “I wonder about him every now and then. My father. You know, the guy you loved enough to run away with. Not often, but enough. It just would’ve been nice to know who he was at least. Not that it matters if he doesn’t want me. I’ve got Papa and Allie. That should be enough. That is enough. I’m just curious, which Papa says I got from you so you can’t blame me.”

Only a few details had been shared about Mari’s father. She knew that her mother had left the island with him before she was born and that she’d returned several years later with a four year old Mari in tow. She liked to think that meant she’d at least known him at some point. Then again that meant he knew she existed and didn’t care.

She sighed, tugging herself up into a sitting position. She didn’t start at the sound of someone coming up the hill behind her.

“Hey Papa.”

“You got out here pretty early.” Raoul came to sit beside her, his eyes fixed on his sister’s grave.

“Today’s busy and I haven’t had a chance to get up here yet.”

He nodded as he drew his legs up and rested his arms around his knees. After a moment he angled his head to look at her.

“Thinking about your father?”

“Sometimes I just wish I knew who he was. Just to know. You know I hate mysteries.”

He chuckled softly. “Sometimes it’s best for some things to remain unknown. The greatest mystery is one that remains unsolved.”

“She loved him. Whatever else was true about him, she loved him. Even I know how much Mom loved this place, but she left it for him. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?”

“But she also came back,” he reminded her gently. “And that counts for something too.”

“That’s probably true. Sometimes I just want to know for myself, I guess.”

“Have you started looking for him?”

She heard the catch in his voice despite his attempt to be casual. Scooting closer, she rested her head against his shoulder. “No, Papa. I haven’t and I probably never will. Things get so busy around here and it’s not like I really have a place to start. It’s not a big deal. I just wonder from time to time.”

“You’ll let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first.”

That seemed to settle him and he dipped his head to kiss her forehead. “You’ve got more tours lined up today.”

“I wanted a chance to work with the new guy. He has one for this morning so I’ll tag along. I’ll take two out on my own later and join Keon at two.”

“I won’t even bother asking you if you’re ready. We’ll do a tour together next week if you can make the time.”

Her head shot up. “Camping?”

“Hiking at least.”

“You really know the way to a woman’s heart. I see now how you managed to snag Allie.”

He laughed and swatted at her. “First you’ll have to get through the schedule you’ve given yourself.”

“Piece of cake.” She glanced down at her watch and sighed.

“Time to get moving?”

“Time to get moving.”

“Go on then. And squeeze us in for dinner tonight, will you?”

She grinned and kissed his cheek before pushing to her feet. “Of course, Papa. See you later. Bye Mom.”

She jogged down the hill, letting her momentum carry her. She slowed down at the bottom and looked back to Raoul. He hadn’t moved from his spot by the grave. He was the man who took her in without hesitation, sacrificed for her, cherished and adored her. Whoever her father was, she didn’t need him. She had more than enough father in Raoul Drake.

With that settled in her mind, she took off back toward the house. She had a full day ahead of her and hiking with Tyler to get ready for.

<< Chapter 5 || Chapter 7 >>

More Than Enough {Excerpt II}

Posted on 16/06/2014

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“This is a mistake…” Jayson muttered to himself as he stood in the middle of the baby aisle, staring blankly at the different brands of feeding formula. He rubbed the back of his head and leaned forward, squinting at the brand labels on each container. “What am I doing here?” he grumbled aloud and stepped back, almost crashing into a grocery cart. “Sorry,” he muttered, stepping aside to let the startled woman pass.

He watched helplessly as she scurried out of the aisle, realizing belatedly that he should’ve asked for her help.

Huffing a frustrated sigh, Jayson turned back to the shelf of formula containers and prayed for insight. “Ready-to-Use… Liquid concentrate,” he read aloud, lifting one of the containers to study the package label. “What’s the difference?” Annoyed at himself, Jayson glanced up to seek help and spotted a petite woman standing at the end of the aisle.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Jayson grabbed another box and walked over. “Sorry to disturb you but could I get some…” the rest of his words fell short as the short woman turned. His heart thumped in his chest as he stared down at the weary eyes of none other than Keziah Halliday. At first, he wasn’t sure it was her especially since the last time he’d seen her apart from the dark night in front of her house, was during his sophomore year in college. Her once chubby cheeks were replaced with sharp, high cheekbones, her once bright eyes that danced with mischief now stared blankly at him.

Then recognition stirred in those brown eyes and Keziah took one step back. Jayson blinked and cleared his throat, pulling his gaze to the containers in his hands as if realizing why he’d approached her in the first place. Except he didn’t care about asking her about what formula to ease his niece’s woes. He peered back up at her, questions about her flooding his mind. “Hi,” he said dumbly.

A wrinkle furrowed Keziah’s brow as she stared back silently.

Jayson managed a smile. “Long time…” He didn’t understand why he sounded like a blubbering idiot and wanted to ask how she’d been all these years. She’d lost weight and looked as if she carried a very heavy burden.

“Kez!” a female voice shrieked behind him and both Jayson and Keziah jerked in surprise.

Jayson followed Keziah’s wary glance over his shoulder, brows raised as Keziah’s immediate younger sister, Lydia, stomped toward them. Dumbfounded, he watched as Lydia circled around him to stand between him and Keziah.

“You okay? I’ve been looking all over for you… We should go.”

He blinked at the concern in Lydia’s voice and the stern expression she tossed over her shoulder at him as she nudged Keziah out of the aisle. “Wait…” he protested weakly, watching the two sisters leave without looking back. He scoffed incredulously, not sure what he’d done to deserve such a fierce expression from Lydia.

Jayson sobered as he pictured Keziah’s drawn expression and wary eyes. He recalled Naomi’s hesitance whenever he asked about her cousin, and the dodgy manner Robert exhibited when he dropped him off at home. Something was definitely wrong with Keziah and that made him more distressed than earlier in the day.

A resounding ding from his phone tugged at his attention and Jayson propped both containers in one hand while lifting his phone to read the message. “Hurry before she screams her lungs dry…” Jayson read and groaned aloud. “I don’t know why you can’t just breastfeed like everyone else…” he mumbled, earning an affronted glare from a woman standing by the formula shelf.

He managed an apologetic smile and approached her. “Excuse me, could you please help me?”

Keziah bit back an exasperated sigh when Lydia glanced over at her. “I said I’m fine,” she said through clenched teeth. “Stop fretting over me like Mom.”

Lydia scowled at the accusation. “I’m not fretting. I’m just… checking to see.”

“I’m alright, Lydia.” She curled her fingers into her palms.

“Didn’t seeing him bother you?”

Keziah stared at the dashboard. “That’s not what bothered me…” She closed her eyes over the images of smiling babies and forced out a slow breath.

Lydia frowned as she exited the highway. “I didn’t think you’d wander over there.” She glanced down at Keziah’s flat stomach and quickly looked away. “How… do you feel?” she asked, unable to word it any differently. There was no other way to ask how her sister felt carrying the child of her attacker. The thought of it made her stomach clench violently.

Keziah opened her eyes slowly, letting Lydia’s question hang in the air. She didn’t know how to answer and that terrified her as much as the darkness did.