by A.E. Davis
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Mom was really screaming.
I jumped from bed, ran down the stairs at a breakneck speed, and came to a skidding halt at the bottom.
Ken was down on his knees, holding Mom’s hands. She was hyperventilating.
“Mom!” I yelled, terrified, my heart pounding from my chest. “Ken, what did you do?”
“Amber,” Ken said in a placating tone. He was using his official police officer voice. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh really, then what is it?” I snapped.
Mom turned tear filled eyes on me and my heart dropped.
Did she somehow find out? “Mom what’s going on?”
She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “We’re getting married.”
“You’re what?” I asked, shocked.
“We’re getting married,” Mom repeated.
“Ken?” I needed some clarification.
“It’s true,” he said, smiling broadly. “I’m going to be your new dad.”
I wasn’t sure what to feel. I felt like I had whiplash or something. Everything was happening so fast.
“See,” she said and held out her hand. And sure enough, there was a big busting diamond on her third finger.
“Wow, you outdid yourself Ken,” I said.
“I know, didn’t he?” Mom could barely stay still she was so excited.
Ken struggled to stand.
Mom helped him stand since his leg still wasn’t healed completely from Jason attacking him.
“Come on,” Ken said, and held out his arm. “Family hug.”
I walked into his and Mom’s outstretched arms and gave them an obligatory hug.
Ken leaned back and ruffled my hair. “Can you believe it?” he asked, his exuberance clearly showing on his face.
“No, I can’t.”
He frowned.
“It’s just so sudden,” I tried to explain. His brows touched in the middle. I felt like a jerk. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Ken’s feelings. He had been really great to me about all the Jason and Kirk stuff. It felt like I had a Dad, a good one, for once. “And …awesome,” I covered and gave him a winning smile.
Ken looked relieved and pulled me back in for another hug.
I washed the last dish from the huge celebratory breakfast Ken made and placed it in on the towel by the sink.
“So how are you feeling?” Ken picked up the plate, dried it off, and stacked it in the cupboard.
“Pretty good, considering,” I said and wiped off my hands on a dishtowel. “Did you find out any more about Sandy?” She was the other girl Jason had mentioned the night at the Timber Museum when he was slipping off the deep end into Whackoville.
“It doesn’t look good.” He shook his head sadly. “But there’s always hope,” he added. “We still haven’t found a body so that’s something, I suppose.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. She may not have been my favorite person but I didn’t wish any ill will on her either. “What about the two other girls you found?”
“We haven’t found a connection yet.” He shook his head. “It’s the darndest thing,” he sighed. “Jason had an alibi and so did Kirk.”
“Maybe their alibi’s lying,” I said hopefully.
“I doubt that,” he said. “Both alibis are pretty solid.”
“How is that possible?”
“I don’t know.” He set the dishtowel on the counter.
“So what does that mean, exactly?”
“It means we don’t have any answers right now.”
“But what about Kirk?” I asked. “Has he turned up?”
“No, not yet,” he said and rubbed his forehead.
If Kirk was still out there, did that mean he was going to be coming after me?
Ken seemed to sense my distress. “Don’t worry Amber,” he tried to reassure me. “If he’s out there, we will get him.”
“Of course you will,” I said. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe Ken but I just wished I could be as sure as he was.
“He’s probably in Canada by now.” He shifted his weight off his bad leg.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Where do these go?” He lifted up the glasses we used for Mimosas.
“They go in the other room,” I said. “I’ll take them.”
I grabbed the glasses and left the kitchen to put them in the China Cabinet in the dining room. Maybe Ken was right. Maybe Kirk was in Canada by now. I walked back from the living room and passed the kitchen.
Ken was wiping off the counters, humming a familiar tune. I leaned in the doorway. “What song are you humming, Ken?” I asked.
He turned and his eyes glittered strangely under the florescent lights. “It’s an old song from my family’s homeland.”
I couldn’t breathe. “Where’s that?” I somehow managed to ask.
“Romania,” he said. A weird smile drifted across his face. “Why do you ask?”
My heart hammered in my chest. “Oh, no reason…just curious.” It was the same song Kirk had been humming the night he pulled me through the woods.
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Fun Fact : The Timber Museum really was made by the Forks, High School Carpentry Class. ;)
PHOTO ALBUM
Visitor’s Center – Timber Museum
La Push Beach
Forks High School
Bella Italia, Port Angeles
Random pics
About the Author
A.E. Davis lives in Forks, Washington.
Forks, is her debut novel.
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