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“Right. You should never ever tell me a lie. We have to say these things for now to keep us safe. But you’re right; lying is bad. This is only okay because we have to do it to keep us safe.”
“Okay.”
Opal seemed to accept this, but Vanessa’s stomach tightened. She hated having to constantly coach Opal to lie, to remind her of the story instead of the truth. What sort of a mother encouraged her child to lie and make things up? Even if it was true that they had to do to stay safe. This was no way to parent.
She worried, too, that her constant anxiety would affect Opal somehow. The always looking around, the way she jumped at loud sounds. Would Opal grow up being paranoid like Vanessa was becoming?
She opened the door to their apartment and stopped inside to listen, like she always did. Not that if someone was in the apartment, he would make noise and be heard, but it had become a habit for her now. Opal ran to the kitchen and yanked open the refrigerator door. While she sucked juice from a box, Vanessa stared at the front of the refrigerator.
A flyer printed on bright yellow paper hung there, advertising a local fair. She had initially blown it off. No way could they go to something like that and be out in the public and in the open like that. But maybe Opal needed some normalcy. Something they would have done in their lives before they fled.
“Hey Katrin,” Vanessa said, winking. “What if we check out that fair tonight?”
“Really?” Opal’s eyes grew wide. “Can I wear my tutu?”
“Sure. But you have to do your homework first.”
After dinner, when the homework was done, they got ready to head out. Opal pulled her favorite tutu—a rainbow tulle skirt—over her black leggings.
“What shoes will you wear with an outfit like that?”
“Rain boots!”
Opal ran back to her room and Vanessa slipped into her own bedroom. In her bedside table, she kept a loaded handgun. She slid it into her purse, then gave her pepper spray a shake. Could never be too careful. She’d taken classes on how to use the gun, self defense classes, and had pepper spray stashed in her car, purse, bedroom, and kitchen. If her ex did show up, she had to be ready. It might not be enough. She might not be able to defend herself and protect Opal in the end, but she would do everything she could to try.
She shoved the pepper spray back into her purse and felt it crunch something in the bottom of her bag. She pulled out the wrinkled paper and saw that it was a photo. An older shot of her and Opal and Jeremy. They looked like such happy family in the photo. But Vanessa remembered the fight that had happened right before the photo was snapped. It had all been lies, then, too. Act happy, act perfect, be a good wife, have a pretty little family. They were anything but.
She’d been miserable with Jeremy from the start. He’d been awful to them both. She’d put up with far too much before she finally left. Maybe he loved Opal, though he didn’t act like it, but he’d likely never loved Vanessa. He might not even be capable of love. And that was why they had to leave. It was one thing for him to make her feel unloved, but she wouldn’t let Opal grow up like that. She would make sure Jeremy never saw Opal again. Even if it cost Vanessa her life.
# # #
Hunter made himself more comfortable in the car. Who knew how long of a wait it might be. Across the street sat an apartment building. He didn’t know for sure if this was right building, but it was a start. With so little to go on, he’d had to jump on the first thing that made any sense. He picked up one of the photos that sat beside him on the car seat and studied it again. He wanted to memorize their faces so he’d know without a doubt when he saw them.
After his meeting with Jeremy, Hunter had gone home and scanned in the photos. He’d then used Google to search the images to find matches. Amazing what even the free software could do these days with facial recognition. He’d gotten a match on an elementary school web site, of all places. Maybe it made sense. She would want to stay close to her daughter to watch her, right? The name listed by her photo was Joanna Hill, but he would assume they would be using fake names. You didn’t just kidnap your child and run, then blow it all by using real names. And obviously, Vanessa was smart enough to know that much.
He’d then searched through the rest of the school’s directory and sure enough, there was a match for a little girl with the last name of Hill also. And this Katrin person looked an awful lot like Opal. Her hair had been cut and was styled differently, and Vanessa had apparently bleached her hair blonde, but he was pretty sure it was them.
Using their new names, he was able to find an address. And that was where he sat now. Across from where Joanna and Katrin Hill lived. Sooner or later, they would leave the building and he’d know for sure if it was them.
He stuck another chip in his mouth and stared absently at the building. People came in and out. It was a large building with a lot of apartments. Easy to get lost in. Easy to avoid your neighbors knowing too much about you. And it would be easy for him to get into the building when he needed to.
He waited for almost two hours before he hit a stroke of luck. The building’s door opened and a woman and child stepped out. The child wore a bright skirt and rain boots, and the woman had that same bright blonde hair flowing straight down her back that he’d seen in the photos. It was even longer than he’d thought from the photos. It nearly reached her perfectly rounded bottom. He watched them walk a few feet, but he was sure. It was them.
Hunter got out of the car to follow them. He walked parallel, catching up slowly so it wasn’t obvious that he was following them. He was closing in on them when a sudden loud noise caused him to spin around. I could have been a gunshot, as loud as it was. A car coming down the street had blown a tire. It was squealing along the pavement, swerving out of control.
He kept an eye on the car, watching it move down the road. Then he watched it move toward Opal. Once glance to her position confirmed it. The car was coming right for her.
Without thinking, Hunter dashed across the street. He scooped Opal up and out of the way. Seconds later, the car slammed into a pole that Opal had been walking in front of moments ago. The pole bent around the car and it finally came to a rest, half on the curb, half in the street.
“Katrin!” Vanessa ran over and put her hand on Opal’s back. “Are you okay?”
Opal nodded, her face shocked and scared.
Hunter took a moment to really look at Vanessa. It was definitely her. No doubt about it. The same round, grey eyes, pouty lips, curvy body as he’d seen in the photos. Yet somehow, her beauty hadn’t been conveyed in the photos. She met his eyes and he froze. For that moment, everything around him stood still, even time itself. There was nothing but her eyes. Her beauty made his heart tight and his brain still.
Vanessa broke his gaze and grabbed Opal out of his arms. She cradled her against her chest, then took off running. He watched them for a second before he realized that they were getting away from him.
