been ripped from me. I am going to take Jennifer’s baby boy away from her and deliver a procreating man back in his place. It doesn’t even take four words, just three.
‘Emily is pregnant.’
Jaws and spoons drop, they clatter on the breakfast table. ‘What?’ demands Jake. He turns so white, he’s almost blue, like snow on a field.
‘Ridley confided in me last night. Naturally he’s terrified for her.’ The colour empties from Jennifer’s face too. Fred reaches for her hand, but she snatches it away. ‘I take it you didn’t know?’ I ask faux sweetly.
‘Well, nor did you,’ challenges Jake, even though I had directed my question at Jennifer. I move my focus to him now. I see that there are deep lines of panic scratched onto his forehead. He’s shrunk inches in just moments. I imagine I look equally terrible but I don’t have the will to put myself in front of a mirror.
‘Ridley told me that Emily planned to tell me after the party. She only told him yesterday.’ Honestly, delivering this information doesn’t give me any satisfaction. Even though I am accurately retelling what Ridley said, it breaks my heart that Emily hadn’t turned to me first. She must be terrified; why didn’t she tell me? I feel a surge of horror and adrenalin swamp me, suffocate me.
‘I didn’t even know they were having sex,’ mutters Jennifer.
‘People do tend to be very secretive about sex,’ I point out. And then, although I think it might choke me, I bite into a slice of toast. With my mouth full, I won’t be able to blurt out everything else I know.
Suddenly Jake jumps up from the table. ‘Where are you going?’ I ask.
‘To look for her,’ he yells back over his shoulder. I hear dread and horror in his voice. I wish I didn’t because he has insisted that everything was under control, that everything was going to be fine. He said we’d get through it; we’d get her back safe and well. Although I’ve thought his perpetual optimism was delusional, exasperating, deep down I was seduced by it. I longed for him to be right. I’ve believed and trusted Jake forever. He is that sort of man; a man that might just be right. Now, he’s afraid too, which is horrifying. I feel a tsunami of anxiety swell, threatening to wash me away, but I know Emily needs me to be calm now, not distraught. Jake is already in the hallway with the car keys in his hand and now he’s through the front door.
It slams behind him, cutting off Jennifer’s offer, ‘I’ll come with you, I can—’
I stare at her and she understands. I’m not jubilant. How can I be, under the circumstances? But I am somewhat vindicated. As much as the evidence of her precious only son having had sex will be bothering her (she’ll be mourning her place as his number one woman), her emotions are unlikely to compare to Jake’s. A father’s protectiveness of his daughter is fierce. Emily is underage, she’s pregnant and now she’s abducted. Emily has never needed her father more. Her pregnancy will change everything for Jake. Maybe now he’ll find a way to get her home. I just want my baby home.
I stand up and start to clear away the pots. Jennifer rushes from the room; I presume she’s gone to wake Ridley. I feel a bit sorry for him but a dressing-down is inevitable under these circumstances. Fred and I listen to her feet clatter as she runs up the stairs. Fred looks apprehensive, unsure what to say next.
‘A baby, hey?’ he offers eventually.
‘Certainly a pregnancy.’
‘You’re saying she might not keep it. I mean they are very young.’ He looks hopeful.
‘I have no idea what she will decide. Obviously, I haven’t had time to discuss the matter with her,’ I snap. It doesn’t surprise me that Fred’s first thought is to have this tidied away; apparently it was Ridley’s too. He confessed as much to me last night. A confession hiccupped out between tears of panic, regret, fright. I can’t imagine how horrendous things must be for Emily right now. An unplanned teenage pregnancy would be enough for any fifteen-year-old to cope with, but she’s been abducted by strangers too. She’s tied up like a badly treated animal. I feel faint with fear every time I think of her and I’m thinking of her constantly. All I want is to hold her, comfort her, tell her everything is