“I didn’t even think of that,” Peter said. “I just spoke to Claire. She’s been calling all over. The people who own the goat farm-the Gilroys? They’ve gone out to look, and the Cape Light police force is sending two officers to help us. I’m going over the bridge to meet them.”
Liza wasn’t surprised. She had a feeling that Audrey would jump in to help once she knew what was going on.
“The more people out looking, the better,” Liza said.
“Right. I keep calling and calling, but he won’t answer his phone. I think he may have just gone out for a short bike ride and forgotten to leave a note. But I’m scared that something has happened to him,” Peter confessed. “He could have been hit by a car or gotten stuck somewhere… Anything could have happened… I’m really worried, Liza.”
“Of course you are.” She took a deep breath, pushing back her own fears. “But let’s try to stay calm and keep searching. We have a lot more help now. Someone will find him. He’s going to be okay,” she promised.
Peter just sighed. “I see the police cars. I’ve got to go.”
Liza hung up, too. She put the keys in the ignition but didn’t start the engine. It suddenly occurred to her that Eve was going to call today, expecting her to take the promotion. And it seemed completely absurd that she had ever worried about it at all.
Liza sent a quick text:
Sorry but can’t talk today. Family emergency. I’ ll be in touch soon.
Will’s disappearance put everything in perspective: All the job drama, losing the inn, even allowing the building to be knocked down-none of that was important now.
LIZA had always thought of the island as very small, tiny even. But trying to search the roadside, inch by inch, ditch by roadside ditch, it didn’t seem small at all. It seemed endless. After she drove around her assigned territory twice and carefully combed the roadside, she consulted again with Peter and Daniel by phone.
Still no sign of Will, they both reported.
“I spoke to a guy who thought he saw a bike rider early this morning on the Ice House Road,” Daniel told her. “But he wasn’t sure. I went up and down the road in both directions. I didn’t see any sign of him.”
“He’s got to be somewhere. The gatehouse is watching for him now. He can’t get past them,” Liza replied.
“Let’s just hope he didn’t get past them already without them realizing it.”
She headed off again on the same roads, this time stopping every hundred yards or so to check the area off the roadside, any place where she saw a path into the woods or one that led down to the water. She even walked up and down the hillsides, searching along various stretches of the beach that weren’t visible from above.
She didn’t find a thing. Not even a water bottle or a candy wrapper. The boy could not have disappeared into thin air, she reasoned. But at the moment it seemed that was exactly what he had done.
Liza squeezed her eyes shut and whispered a short prayer. “Dear God… please let Will be all right. I don’t care about keeping the inn. I don’t care about anything. Just let him be found safe and sound. Please…”
THE search went on until the late afternoon. Darkness was falling when Liza, Peter, and Daniel finally agreed to return to the inn. Peter had wanted to join the police, who had called for more men and were going to continue to search the island and the town of Cape Light. But Liza finally talked him into coming back to the inn, at least for a little while, to rest and have something to eat.
She parked her SUV near the front of the house, then walked slowly to the porch. It had gotten much colder as the sun went down, she noticed. It was going to be a chilly night, and Will was still out there somewhere.
It was hard to believe that they hadn’t found him yet. When they started off that morning, Liza was sure they would find him easily. Nearly eight hours later, there was still no sign of him.
She wasn’t sure what she would say to Peter, but she knew she had to help him through this. Even before this crisis, she had come to see that she and her brother needed each other. They had to stay close and support each other-not just in an emergency but all the time.
Something about coming back to the island had helped her see that life was about connection, to the people you loved and the places and the work that had meaning for you. She had spent so much of the past years disconnected. From her brother and nephew… from her heart’s own desires.
Even if she lost the inn, she had learned something important here, she realized. The priority was finding Will. Her heart twisted with the hope that he was safe somewhere, just unable, or unwilling, to find his way home.
She walked into the front parlor and found Peter, Daniel, and Claire waiting for her. Peter was on the phone, finishing up a call. “Thank you, Officer Tulley. I appreciate the news. I’ll be in touch in an hour or so.”
He closed the phone and looked up. “That was the police, Officer Tulley, Fran’s husband,” he explained. “They found Will’s cell phone, but there’s still no sign of the bike-or Will.”
“No wonder he didn’t answer your calls,” Claire said. “He probably didn’t even realize he lost his phone.”
“Where did they find it?” Liza asked, dropping down on the love seat.
“In the old cemetery. I wonder what he was doing there.” Peter leaned forward and held his head in his hands. “I’m a terrible father. Of course he ran away. I was too hard on him, always nagging him about something, dragging him out here, trying to force him into living with me half of the time… He doesn’t want to live with me at all. He hates me. That’s why he ran away.”
“You’re a good father,” Claire assured him. “You’re fighting for time with him because you love him. Anyone can see that. I think even Will knows that.”
“All parents have some conflict with kids this age. That’s part of growing up, Peter,” Liza reminded him. “We both acted out at his age.”
“And teenagers can be very dramatic,” Daniel pointed out.
“Daniel’s right,” Liza said. “Will can be dramatic and emotional. You can’t blame yourself, Peter,” she added. “Please don’t do that to yourself.”
Peter took a long breath but didn’t seem convinced. “I used to stay out all day wandering the island when I was his age. But at least Elizabeth and Clive had some idea of where I was. I wasn’t trying to run away from them…”
They sat silently. No one knew what else to say.
The truth was, they didn’t even know for sure that Will had run away, Liza thought. He could be stuck someplace, hurt and unable to return. Which was an awful thought, one she didn’t want to think about or talk about right now.
“There was this place I would go,” Peter went on. “The caves under the Angel Wing Cliffs. I loved that spot. I even camped out there once with Uncle Clive, remember Liza?”
“I remember. I had no interest in that adventure. I was terrified of bats,” she admitted.
“Did you look down there?” Daniel suddenly asked.
Peter nodded. “I checked this morning. That was one of the first places I thought I might find him. I showed him the caves when we were out biking.”
Liza remembered. It was one of the sights on the island that had impressed her nephew.
Daniel glanced out the window. “Maybe we ought to go back and check again. It’s dark and cold out now. Will might be looking for some shelter if he’s really trying to stay away.”
Peter considered the idea a moment. “You know, that makes sense. It’s worth a try.” He glanced at Daniel and then at Liza. “I can’t sit around here any longer. I want to get out there and keep looking.”
“I’ll come with you,” Daniel offered. “You might need some help.”
“Me, too,” Liza said. She turned to Claire. “Can you let us know if anyone calls?”
“Of course I will,” Claire promised. “You ought to take some blankets. He’ll be chilled.” She walked into the hallway and opened a few boxes that were stacked ther
e, then took out two big wool blankets and handed them to Liza.
Peter had already gone out, but Daniel waited by the door with a large flashlight. Moments later they stepped outside, only to see the taillights of Peter’s rental car disappearing down the drive. “I guess he couldn’t wait,” Liza said.
“Understandable,” Daniel replied. “Come on, let’s catch up.”
He rested his hand lightly on her back as they walked over to his truck. Liza climbed in her side and fastened the seatbelt. Daniel did the same, quickly started the engine, and pulled out.
“At least it’s not raining.” Liza stared out at the dark, velvety blue sky, studded with thousands of stars. “Do you think we’ll find him?” she asked quietly.
“I did at first… Now I don’t know what to think.” He glanced over at her with a serious expression, and Liza felt a pang of dread.
She stared straight ahead, watching the narrow road fly by in the beam of the truck ’s headlights. It was so dark out there.
No houses or lamps on the road to light the way. If Will was all alone out here tonight, he had to be cold, hungry, and scared by now. She hoped they would find him soon.
The trip to the cliffs seemed longer than usual, though Daniel was driving as fast as he dared. Finally they reached the spot. He pulled over to the side of the road and parked behind Peter’s car. He shut off the engine and grabbed the flashlight as he got out. Liza jumped out her side and ran over to her brother, who stood at the edge of the road, waiting for them, holding his own light.
“I don’t see the bike around, but I’d rather not waste time looking,” Peter said. “I’m just going to climb down there and look in the caves. I think I can remember my way around, even if he’s gone deep inside.”
Liza really hoped that was not the case. “You start down. We’ll follow,” she told her brother.
“Right, go ahead. I have a strong light for me and Liza,” Daniel said.
Peter started down the side of the cliff. It was hard enough to climb down in broad daylight and very tricky in the dark. But Liza didn’t complain. She followed Daniel, who was holding out the light for them.
Just a few yards down, her foot caught on a root, and she lost her balance. Daniel turned and caught her with his arm around her waist. “Are you all right?”
Liza nodded quickly, caught off balance now by his nearness.
“I’m fine. My foot caught on something.”
“Here, hold my hand.” Without waiting for her answer, he took her hand in his in a warm, steady grip, holding the light out for them with the other.
They started down the hill again. Daniel’s strong hold on her hand helped to steady her steps and also steadied her nerves. She trusted him, she realized.
Down on the beach, they were greeted by the crashing sound of the waves on the shoreline. The tide was coming in, almost at its peak. Sea foam swept up to the big rocks at the bottom of the path, filling their shoes with cold, salty water.
The same beach that looked so inviting in the sunlight now looked ominous in the dark.
They were a few yards from the entrance to the caves, and Liza silently sent up another prayer. Dear God, please let us find him.
“There’s Peter.” Daniel pointed farther up the beach to where Peter stood waving his flashlight near the entrance to the caves. They ran over to meet him.
“Let’s go in this one. It’s the most obvious place,” Peter said. He started in to the largest of the caves, and they followed.
Liza quickly remembered to pull up the hood on her jacket. She knew most bats were harmless but still hated the idea of one even brushing by.
They entered the first chamber and walked in a few feet. Peter cupped his hands around his mouth and called for his son. “Will? Are you in here? Answer me, please…”
His voice echoed off the stone walls. They stood very still and listened for an answer-but only heard the sound of water dripping into puddles.
“Will? Please… if you’re in here, please answer,” Liza called. She had meant to leave it all up to Peter but found she couldn’t help herself.
Daniel gazed down at her with a sympathetic look and put his arm around her shoulders.
A few tense moments of silence passed. Liza sensed her brother’s optimistic hopes quickly fading, and her heart went out to him. It was dreadful to see him in so much pain.
“Let’s walk a little farther,” Daniel suggested.
They walked deeper into the caves, ducking their heads to cross into another chamber. The ceiling of the second cave was higher than the first, and Daniel flashed his light around curiously. Then they suddenly heard the furious flap of wings.
Everyone ducked and covered their heads.
Daniel leaned over and shielded Liza with his body. She pressed her head to his chest and squeezed her eyes closed. His embrace lasted just a moment but somehow gave her back the bit of hope she had nearly lost.
“Will? Are you in here?” Peter shouted again. “If you can hear me, please answer.” He paused. “Nobody’s mad at you, Will. We just want you to come home. You’re not in trouble, honest,” he said in a more desperate tone.
They stood very still, listening again. Liza didn’t even dare breathe. But once again, only the sounds of the falling water and the ocean surf out in the distance could be heard.
Peter caught her gaze. His face looked drawn in the dim light. “I guess I was wrong. I guess he’s not in here,” he said quietly. “Just wishful thinking.”
“Maybe,” Liza said, not wanting to agree. She felt so sad for him. “There’s got to be something we-”
But before she could finish her thought, she heard a scraping sound nearby. She jumped, moving closer to Daniel. He quickly swung the light in the direction of the sound. Liza expected to see some creepy, nocturnal animal emerging.
Instead, she saw her nephew, standing in the opening that led to the next cave.
Dirty, wet, and sheepish-looking, Will came toward them and then just stood there. His head slowly lifted, and he looked at his father first, then at Liza and Daniel.
“Hey, guys… What’s up?”
Chapter Fifteen
PETER gasped. “Will! Thank God!”
He seemed so overcome, Liza thought he might faint. He staggered toward his son and wrapped his arms around the boy.
“Will,” Liza said, hardly able to speak. “Thank goodness you’re all right… You are, aren’t you?”
“I’m okay,” he said. He glanced at his father. “I’m sorry, Dad. I-”
Peter hushed him. “That’s okay. We’ll talk about it later. Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine. As long as you’re all right.”
With his arm around Will’s shoulder, Peter led him out of the caves and back up the hill. Liza was glad she had brought the blankets and quickly ran to Daniel’s truck to retrieve them. She carried them over to Peter’s car, where Will sat shivering in the front seat.
Daniel was giving the boy a quick examination to determine whether he needed to go to a hospital.
A few moments later, he said, “Well, he’s chilled and a bit dehydrated, but I don’t think he’s been overexposed. If we get him home and get him warm, give him plenty of fluids and some food tonight, he should be fine.”
“Good. I don’t really want to take him to a hospital,” Peter admitted. “I don’t want to let him out of my sight.”
Liza leaned into the car and covered Will with the blankets, wrapping one around his legs and another around his shoulders.
“I-I can’t seem to stop shivering,” her nephew said, sounding embarrassed.
“You will,” Liza said. “I promise.”
A few feet away she heard Peter on the phone, calling the police officers first and then Claire, sharing the good news.
PETER ushered Will from the car into the house, adjusting the blankets that clung to the boy’s shoulders. Liza got out of the truck, and Daniel walked around from the other side to meet her.
Liza saw Claire standing in the doorway at the top of the steps, her sturdy silhouette outlined by the warm light from within. As Will came closer, Claire stepped out to meet him, then smothered the boy in a comforting embrace, one that briefly took in Peter as well.
As they walked into the house together, Liza remembered how Claire had been waiting there the first night she returned. Even then, not knowing her at all, Claire had been ready to welcome her home. Just as she was there now for all of them.
Liza began to head for the house, then noticed that Daniel hung back. “Guess I’ll say good night,” he said.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
Daniel looked down at her and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Thanks, but it’s late. And it’s going to be hard enough for Peter and you to talk to Will without strangers around.”
“You’re not exactly a stranger,” she replied. “But I know what you mean. Thanks… Thanks for everything. We really appreciated your help today.”
He shook his head. “It was nothing. I was glad I could help. At least there’s a happy ending to the story, right?”
“Yes, to this one,” she said, thinking of the Hardys. Now that Will’s little drama had concluded, she and Peter would have to return to the dilemma of what to do with the inn. What had Claire told her to remember? Worry not.
Daniel gave her a curious look. She was tempted to tell him about the Hardys… to tell him everything. But they had all had enough stress for one day. It was best left for tomorrow.
Instead she asked, “Will you be back to work?”
“Bright and early. Tomorrow could be my last day.”
She didn’t like hearing that but nodded. “Okay. See you then.”
He looked about to walk away, then stopped. “Is there something on your mind, Liza?” he asked quietly.
“Um… no. It can wait.”
“Okay… but there’s something on my mind.”
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