Mending Fences

by Sherryl Woods

  “Have you noticed anything happening tonight that might upset someone?”

  “Like what? Who’s upset?”

  “To be honest, I don’t know, but I overheard a girl sobbing in the downstairs bathroom. I tried to get her to talk to me, but she wouldn’t.”

  Dani looked horrified. “Well, Mom, what did you expect? You probably freaked her out. What did you do, stand outside the bathroom door and interrogate her?”

  Emily winced. “Something like that.”

  “Jeez, Mom. How humiliating!”

  “Okay, I get that it wasn’t the coolest thing in the world to do, but I’m still concerned.”

  “Maybe one of the couples just broke up or something. We’re all practically grown-up. We don’t need our mommies trying to fix things.”

  Duly chastised, Emily backed down. “Okay, I’ll let it drop, but keep your eyes open. There may be somebody over there who could use a friend, that’s all I’m saying.”

  “If I see anybody bawling their eyes out, I’ll give them a tissue,” Dani promised, then hugged her. “You can’t be a mom to the whole world, you know.”

  “I suppose not,” she agreed. “Just as long as you know that you can always come to me, no matter what.”

  “Like I have any big problems,” Dani said, her expression lighthearted.

  Emily cupped her daughter’s face in her hands. “Make sure it stays that way.” She pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go on back to the party. Have fun and don’t stay too late. You still have curfew, even though the party’s at the Carters’.”

  “Couldn’t I spend the night with Caitlyn?”

  “Not when there are likely to be football players sprawled all over the place for most of the night.”

  “But that’s why it would be so cool,” Dani said.

  “And so out of the question,” Emily said. “Be home at midnight and not one second later.”

  Dani gave her a resigned look. “Yes, ma’am. Does Josh have to be in at midnight?”

  “He’s got a one a.m. curfew tonight, since he’s not driving.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Take it up with the court of appeals in the morning,” she suggested.

  “Who’s that?”

  Emily grinned. “Me.”

  If she could get her kids through the next few years with their hearts and limbs in one piece and their minds at least halfway well educated, she would consider herself lucky. She thought of the brokenhearted sobs she’d heard earlier and amended the thought. She was already darn lucky.

  6

  Present

  The whole scene at the police station was totally surreal. Marcie felt as if she were caught up in a nightmare. All she wanted to do was grab her son and run. She’d declared him innocent until her throat was raw, but no one was listening to her. The two detectives had pointed her to a hard chair and told her to wait. She’d watched helplessly as they’d taken Evan off. He was still in handcuffs, and still berating them loudly and with language that made her cringe. Though she understood the fear and anger behind his outburst, she doubted his attitude was helping.

  Across the squad room, Ken was on the phone trying to reach their attorney, who only handled civil matters, but might be willing to come to the station in the middle of the night to help them straighten out this mess. Every chance he got, Ken was also insisting that there be an immediate arraignment so he could take Evan home.

  “Sir, that’s not going to happen before morning,” Detective Rodriguez told him. He had to raise his voice to be heard above Ken’s nonstop demands. “Why don’t you and your wife go home and get some rest?”

  “I’m not leaving my son here so you can railroad him into confessing to something he didn’t do,” Ken snapped.

  “We’re not going to railroad him into anything,” the detective responded, his tone growing increasingly impatient. “He’s asked for an attorney and until he has one, we’re not asking him a thing.”

  “Yeah, right,” Ken said, getting in his face. “I know how guys like you operate. You want to write this up and get it off the books so you can move on to the next case.”

  Marcie saw a muscle working in the detective’s jaw and guessed he was rapidly getting to the end of his rope. She crossed the room and put her hand on Ken’s arm. He jerked it away and scowled at her, clearly furious about her interfering. For once in their marriage, she refused to back down.

  “Have you found an attorney?” she asked quietly. “Is Don coming in?”

  “No, but he recommended somebody and said he’d give him a call. He told me to call back in a few minutes. He said he’d have another name if this guy wasn’t available. I was about to do that when this joker tried to hustle us out of here.”

  Marcie avoided Detective Rodriguez’s eyes and focused on Ken. “Then don’t you think you should concentrate on getting in touch with Don again? Evan needs legal representation as quickly as possible, so we can put this behind us. The last thing he needs is us making a scene that will make things worse for him.”

  “Okay, okay,” Ken said, shooting another lethal look at the detective before dialing the number for their longtime business attorney.

  Marcie turned to the detective. “Could I see my son?”

  He hesitated a moment, then nodded. “I don’t see why not. Come with me.”

  He led the way to an interrogation room. The pretty, dark-haired detective whose name Marcie had forgotten was sitting outside the door, her presence a disturbing reminder that Evan was in custody.

  “Let her spend some time with her son,” Detective Rodriguez said.

  “Sure,” the woman said, giving Marcie a look filled with surprising compassion. “You doing okay, ma’am?”

  “I’ve had better nights,” Marcie told her.

  “I imagine so.” She looked as if she wanted to say more but, instead, she merely opened the door for Marcie.

  Inside the nearly bare, sterile room, Marcie found her son seated at a table with his head resting on his arms. When he glanced up, she saw the fear in his eyes for a split second before he managed to hide it behind the bravado of a boy trying desperately to prove himself a man.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?”

  “I came with your father, of course. Are you okay?”

  “What do you think?” He blinked back a traitorous tear that threatened to escape. “You should go home. Dad’s got everything under control.”

  Marcie knew better, but she didn’t say that. Resisting the desire to rush around the table and hug Evan, a move she knew he’d despise, she sat across from him instead and reached for his hand.

  “Tell me what happened, Evan. Explain to me how the police could have come to this horrible conclusion.”

  He frowned at her. “What, are you working for the cops now? You want me to make some big confession so they can use it against me?”

  Marcie stared at him in shock. “Of course not. I just want to help. How can I do that if I don’t understand how this happened?”

  “It’s not your problem,” he said. “Dad will get an attorney over here and I’ll be out in a few hours. This will never stick.” His cocky expression faltered. “You believe me, right?”

  “You’re my son and I have faith in you,” she said, not entirely certain why she couldn’t put any more conviction in her statement than that. Surely this whole thing was a lie. She wanted to believe that her son was incapable of raping anyone. No, she did believe it! Evan simply couldn’t do such a thing.

  Unfortunately, Evan heard the note of doubt in her voice. “You’d believe the word of some lying little slut over mine?” he asked incredulously.

  Marcie immediately sat up a little straighter and looked him in the eye. “No son of mine will ever refer to a woman—any woman—in that way, do you understand me? And if you expect anyone to believe you about this, I suggest you drop that disrespectful attitude at once. It won’t serve you well.”

  Evan blinked at her harsh tone, probably
because he hadn’t heard it in years. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “But, come on, Mom, what do you expect? She says I raped her.”

  “Did the two of you have sex? Can they prove that?”

  Evan’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Marcie knew this was no time to mince words. She had to be strong and get to the bottom of this, if only for her own peace of mind. “Did you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then there’s no question about that much,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact, her heart aching. God, could this be any more of a disaster? “But you’re saying it was consensual.”

  “Damn straight, that’s what I’m saying. I know when a woman wants to sleep with me.”

  There was an arrogant note in his voice that made her wince. “Oh? How do you know that?”

  He faltered at the direct question. “I can just tell, okay? Come on, Mom. Do you really want to discuss this? It creeps me out talking to you about my sex life.”

  Marcie wasn’t overjoyed about the conversation either, but she knew his answers were too important to back off just because the topic made them both a little squeamish. “What if she says no? Is that enough for you?” she asked, cursing herself for leaving this kind of conversation to Ken. Who knew what he’d taught his son about sex, probably that a man could get whatever he wanted with enough charm and determination.

  Evan pushed away from the table so quickly that his chair tumbled backward and crashed on the floor. The door to the room immediately opened and Detective Rodriguez walked in.

  “Everything okay in here?”

  Marcie forced a smile. “Certainly. Evan stood up too quickly and the chair fell. It was just an accident.”

  He didn’t look convinced, but he retreated.

  Marcie returned her attention to her son. “You haven’t answered me, Evan. Do you take no for an answer?”

  “I’m not talking about this with you,” he said tightly. “Go home where you belong and let Dad handle everything. At least he’s on my side.”

  Marcie paled at the hurtful remark, but she refused to back down. “I’m on your side, too, but I’m also a big believer in facing facts. Having a woman claim that you raped her is a very serious thing, Evan. It’s not just going to go away. You might be able to talk your way out of a speeding ticket, but not this. This could destroy your life, do you understand that?”

  “You’re just full of good cheer, aren’t you, Mom? Go home, okay? Dad will fix this.”

  Her gaze clashed with her son’s, but in the end she was the one to look away. The cocky self-assurance she saw there made her want to cry. She would stand beside Evan no matter what, because he was her son, but in that instant she knew she couldn’t believe a word coming out of his mouth.

  Emily was as stunned as everyone else when the rumor that Evan had been arrested for date rape spread through the school by mid-morning on Monday. According to the headlines splashed across the local page of the morning paper, an unidentified freshman at the University of Miami had accused him of the attack, saying that rather than leaving after their date, he’d insisted on coming in and then demanded sex. When she’d turned him down, he’d raped her.

  During her first break, Emily read the article with a sense of disbelief, especially since Marcie had been deliberately vague about why the police had come for Evan. In fact, their only conversation after she’d called to ask if Caitlyn could stay with Emily had been a request that Emily keep Caitlyn for the rest of the weekend.

  “There’s too much going on over here right now and she doesn’t need to hear any of it,” Marcie had said, sounding completely drained.

  “Caitlyn can stay as long as you want,” Emily assured her. “Shall I come by for her things or send her over?”

  “No,” Marcie had said quickly. “I’ll pack a few things and drop them by.”

  “She has a lot of questions,” Emily had warned her.

  Marcie sighed. “We all do.”

  Finally Emily understood the hint of desperation she’d heard in Marcie’s voice and her rushed visit to drop off Caitlyn’s clothes. She’d barely said a word beyond thanking Emily for taking care of Caitlyn and being sure she got to school on Monday.

  Now, as Emily scanned the morning paper in the teacher’s lounge, she tried to imagine the way she’d feel if this had been Josh who’d been accused of such a thing. She also wondered what on earth Marcie had been thinking by allowing Caitlyn to go to school this morning. A sensitive fifteen-year-old girl wasn’t prepared to cope with the stares and whispers and intrusive questions about her brother that were bound to hound her during the day.

  Taking her cell phone from her purse, she dialed Marcie’s number. To her dismay it was Ken who answered.

  “Ken, it’s Emily. Is Marcie there?”

  “She doesn’t have time to talk now. We’re in the middle of a crisis here, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m calling. The news is all over at school. I’m worried about Caitlyn.”

  “Caitlyn will be just fine,” he snapped. “She’s not the one in trouble.”

  “But—”

  He hung up before she could utter the protest, once again proving that in his eyes Evan was the only child in his family who mattered. Emily had seen it before, had seen Caitlyn struggling to get her father’s attention, but beyond his frequent reprimands, it seemed he was barely aware of her presence. It was clear all his hopes and dreams were tied up in his son. But even if Evan was at the center of this current crisis, it didn’t mean that Caitlyn wasn’t affected, too.

  There was a hesitant knock on the door of the teacher’s lounge and Dani stuck her head in. “Can I come in, Mom?”

  “Of course. What are you doing out of class?”

  “I told Mr. Litchfield I needed to see you. It’s about Evan. Have you heard what they’re saying?”

  Emily nodded as she tried to read Dani’s expression. Whatever she was feeling about this was well hidden behind a carefully neutral mask. She patted a place next to her on the sofa.

  “The story was in the paper,” she said, drawing Dani close. “Did you see it?”

  Dani shook her head. “I just heard the kids talking. I don’t think we should have dropped Caitlyn off at school,” she said worriedly. “This is going to freak her out.”

  “I thought the same thing,” Emily replied. “I just tried to reach Marcie, but Ken said she couldn’t talk now. I’d go take Caitlyn out of school myself, but not without their permission.”

  Dani regarded her urgently. “But you’re on the list, right? Mrs. Carter put you on a long time ago, so you could pick Caitlyn up in an emergency. I’d say this qualifies, wouldn’t you?”

  Emily nodded slowly, considering what was best for Caitlyn. “You’re absolutely right,” she said finally. She thought of how angry Ken was likely to be but decided it didn’t matter. It would be irresponsible to abandon Caitlyn to deal with this on her own. “Let me go make some arrangements for someone to cover for me.” She studied Dani. “What about you? How are you doing with all this?”

  For a moment, Dani tried to put on a brave face, but it quickly faltered. “I hate it,” she whispered. “Kids have been in my face all morning. I don’t know what to say to them.”

  “I’m sorry. If I’d known about all this before we left the house, I’d have kept both of you home today. By tomorrow, hopefully the talk will have died down.”

  “Yeah, right,” Dani said skeptically. “This is the biggest scandal ever to hit anyone from this school. We’ll be lucky if the talk dies down by next year.”

  Emily winced. “You’re probably right,” she admitted. “You wait here, while I get things settled in the office. Then we’ll both go to get Caitlyn. I’ll call Marcie on her cell phone and tell her. Even if she doesn’t answer, I can leave a message that Ken can’t intercept.”

  Dani gave her a shaky grin. “Devious. Way to go, Mom!”

  “I’m not sure that’s a trait I want to encourage,” Emily
said sternly, but it didn’t wipe the grin off Dani’s face.

  Thankfully, her principal was totally understanding. “I’ll take over your classes myself. I know you have a work plan, so I should be able to muddle through for the rest of the day.” She winked at Emily, her expression mischievous. “And just think of the advantage I have over most substitutes. The kids are already scared of me.”

  Emily laughed. “Not just scared,” she said. “You terrify them. Heaven knows why, though, because we all know you’re basically a softie.”

  Valerie Granville winced. A statuesque black woman who dressed in black slacks and bright tunics made of African-inspired fabrics, she had a steely, direct gaze that some found intimidating. “Hush. We can’t let that get out. The inmates will take over the asylum. Now, go. If you see Mrs. Carter, tell her we’re all thinking about her and about Evan. That boy never gave anyone a lick of trouble during the time he was here, and that’s what I’ve been telling all these reporters who’ve been calling all morning. I expect the police to be sniffing around before long, too, and I intend to tell them the same thing.”

  “Thanks for letting me take off at the last minute like this,” Emily said. “The girls really do need a break from all the talk.”

  “I’ll call over to the middle school and tell Mr. Jacobs you’re on your way for Caitlyn.”

  “That would be great,” Emily said, then went to retrieve Dani.

  Ten minutes later, they were parked in front of the middle school. “Back in a flash,” she told Dani.

  Inside, she walked into the office and started toward the desk, only to be intercepted by a sobbing Caitlyn, who threw herself into Emily’s arms.

  “Oh, sweetie, don’t cry,” she whispered, holding her tight. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  “It’s not,” Caitlyn said with a sniff, wiping her eyes with the tissue Emily handed her. “It’s not going to be okay. Dad’s probably freaking out and blaming Mom. That’s what he always does. It’s probably why they didn’t want me around yesterday.”

  When she lifted her eyes to Emily’s, they were filled with betrayal. “They should have told me. I’m part of the family, too. They shouldn’t have let me walk into school this morning not knowing. It was just plain mean.”