Janice Johnson - Bringing Maddie Home

The floors were broad planks of chestnut. Low built-in bookcases formed a long seat beneath one wall of windows. The ceiling-high river rock took up most of another wall, with an ancient slab of wood inset as a mantel. He’d hung a Navajo rug above it instead of a painting.

Nell disappeared to use the bathroom while he poured the coffee in the kitchen that opened to the huge living room. When she reappeared, he saw the stress on her face that she’d been trying to hide.

She added both cream and sugar to her mug, then perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. Colin sipped his own coffee and watched her.

“My parents have a house right on the river.”

“I know. You remember it?”

“Not exactly.” She stirred, gazing into her coffee as if seeking patterns in tea leaves instead. “I looked them up online, then used Google Earth to see the house. I guess I’ve retained enough fragments that the house didn’t surprise me.”

“It’s not far from the park.”

“So it makes sense that I was cutting through on my way to wherever I was going.”

“Yes. Except that it was dark and you hadn’t told your parents you were going anywhere.”

Her eyes, strangely blind-looking, met his. “Are you sure about that?”

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